Now the party can be seen entering Old Leigh town.

Remote signs of civilization. An outlying public inconveience.



Ruth and Clare ascending.



Fresh soup installation.



Civilization begins to dawn. A "cockle shed" and local custom.



Buoy.



Thereafter the group ate lunch in a public house. Then a stroll towards the New Town, hampered by the weather. A sighting of a recently deceased cat followed (forwarned by the pet memorials, see above). Ruth was concerned what we were to do about the find. Faced with the options of burial on land or at sea, with full honours, it was thought best to leave it there by the roadside to biodegrade as nature saw fit.

The party found nearly all shops & churches beyond here to be closed and made back to Old Leigh Town for desert in The Smack public house, with its roaring fire and eclectic music, greeted by a model (not ship-shape) sailor, to wait for the onset of sunset.