Approaching Poundbury. An ever expanding (albeit highly regulated) ‘genteel sprawl’. The large building on the horizon not unlike a Victorian asylum in appearance. Vintage, but perhaps not in that intended way. A lorry parked in a lay-by and a man (the driver?) standing at the rear holding out his thumb in the hope of a lift. A national symbol now consigned to textbooks and forums. Further west, a Little Chef. No ironic retro cuisine twist, just a rare survivor from the days of ’70s fare on the road. The return leg. Descending a hill towards Chideock. Passing an ‘Escape Lane’ en route. The days of less reliable brakes. Sand raked as if cultivating a ‘zen garden’, a long time unblemished?