A mint fresh buttress cloaked in cascades of purple heather and plunging green grass reaches up towards the soft morning sun.
Overnight, Mupe rocks have sheltered us from the north west breeze which bore us here.
Through the morning the wind veers north east. We cross to the east side of Worbarrow Bay.....
....seeking the shelter of its warmly striped walls of sandstone. In their lee the sea is sliver smooth.
We anchor and watch the sun paint hue and texture deeper and deeper into the rock; as it marches across the sky above the clifftop...
....until it makes way for the tide master moon in a fiery display of imperial crimson and gold.
Yesterday Stargazer beat close in along the Jurassic Coast.
Past the hanging cliff and tumbling screes of St Albans Head......
.....and the anchorage it shelters in Chapman's Pool.
Beneath the blocky bulk of Wagon Rock.
Until we sight Worbarrow Tout, spotlighted by a shaft of afternoon sun - an outsize clam shell containing the peerless pearl of anchorages.
Stargazer noses into the broad crescent of Worbarrow Bay.
Soft featured and innocent, blue sea undermines the land's illusion of solid permanence....
....seeking to repeat its moment of sculptured triumph at Handfast Point.
