1830

As anticipated, this weekend has been an emotional roller coaster.

As well as all the challenges, it has had some highlights:

* last night we listened to cuckoos, tawny owls and the first tentative nightjar churrings at Longslade Bottom. A magical place at dusk, although also pretty spooky.

* we have learnt a  lot about coastal protection. The works at Milford on Sea are impressive, and we engaged with the surprise public consultation at Avon Beach (extra).

* We always love the sea air, coastal scenery, seaside fun, and all the rest. It's a long drive down, but it's a pretty good place to be for a weekend. If a  bit surreal at times bearing in mind the realities of my Mum in Law's situation

*  And whist we worry a lot about my Mum in Law, this weekend has been generally fine. 

The blip ? We've stayed in the pottery BnB again at Milford, and kept passing an isolated (and easily missed) little graveyard by the side of the busy road. So this morning we stopped to have a look. It is the ancient site of Hordle. The church, built in the 1100's, was demolished in 1830 and it and the village were moved some miles north so that the land could be enclosed. The graves now sit isolated, the largely 18th century headstones covered in lichens. The only clue on the map is the name of the adjacent bit of coastline - Hordle Cliff.