We’re running out of provisions; we need some spuds and veg!
We thought that we could get from our mooring past the lake and into the village of Dorchester - wrong!
We squelched our way over the fields, tip-toeing round the cow pats, over the gates and through the barbed wire fencing ...
... but we got there!
Dorchester really is such a very pretty village; just the one shop the Co-op but it has a little bit of everything; we filled our backpacks and did the return tramp, that’s our exercise done for today!