On a day that might have been brighter and louder to herald the dawn of this new project, time has momentarily stopped at Lytchett Bay viewpoint. The greens of a barely seen summer have halted mid-way in their transition to autumnal hues and a mist with no intention of lifting before tomorrow hangs over Holton Lee like an old discoloured net curtain.
The early morning dogs and their walkers are back indoors, safe from the all pervasive dampness that oozes from the soaking grass and the sodden air and tries disconsolately to permeate my waterproof coat. It’s extraordinarily mild although a viscious chill is forecast for the end of the week.
Two or three seagulls leave the water and squawk their way over to the playing fields at Turlin Moor. There’s no sign of any of the other wildlife that inhabit this tiny piece of Dorset. It’s a fairly inauspicious start. Nonetheless, a start it is.