plans, plans, plans . . .

. . . this morning I planned to walk from Lyme Regis to Seaton, then onto Exeter by bus . . . at dawn it was pouring and blowing . . . Lyme does storms spectacularly, as fans of the French Lieutenant's Woman may recall . . . so it was bus all the way . . . passage booked to Roscoff tonight . . . tomorrow, France . . .