Having negotiated our Banbury-Southampton and Southampton-Wool train journeys unscathed, we set up camp in the Dorset village of Wool, kind of situated between Bournemouth and Dorchester:
The two train journeys had only cost 25-pound, instead of 73-pound, due to the magician-ship of a kind female ticket-seller at Banbury train station, but, still, it was a relief to be in Hardy's beloved Dorset again.
Saw a wonderful black and white cat that wanted his belly tickled near the church at Wool below:
And for the third time in my life, I took a look at the model house that Hardy in mind for Tess and Angel's unfulfilled honeymoon suite in Tess of the d'Urbervilles:
While booking onto a local campsite for three nights, we stressed that we were Thomas Hardy buffs rather than roaming drunkards, which the campsite owners were pleased to hear.
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