Length: 20.9 km
Duration: 6:08
Total ascent/descent: 426/552 m
Max/min slope: 17%/-16%
Wayfinding: difficult, wrong and misleading way marks, no way marks at some turns. Map and compass or GPS essential.
Weather: cloudy, sunny, shorts
Dinner: Callaway Fish And Chips, Dorchester
Overnight: Premier Inn, Dorchester
Transfer: taxi from Kingcombe Meadows Nature Reserve to Dorchester

Blowy and big clouds in the morning but we knew it was going to be a warmer day. We started from the same field above Cerne Abbas but aimed northwest for Minterne Parva.

Minterne Parva was disappointing, felt run down. The old cockfighting building was barely visible behind brambles.

Up Cerne was picturesque and clearly run by an estate. Not a stone was out of place. On approach down into it, you can get a glimpse of the Manor House and its lake.


Not long after, on Gore Hill, we came to the most confusing junction of the walk so far. The obvious track was to the northwest, while the Ridgeway was due west. But the way mark was pointing to the northwest track.
Worse, the way mark for the other direction pointed to a different path that we just came from, suggesting we had not been on the Ridgeway this morning. Not sure what could have happened at this junction to have caused this chaos.
Nonetheless, at the junction, go west.








Sydling St Nicholas was a very attractive village. The village pub Greyhound Inn would be worth staying at instead of Giants Head if you forego Cerne Abbas. The only problem then might be a dearth of shops to get food for the next day.







Maiden Newton was one of the best connected villages we had seen because it had a train station! The church yard was also a good lunch spot. However, the best thing was its meadows along the River Frome. It was an explosion of pink and magenta from policemen’s-hats, willowherbs and purple loosestrifes.




We rode a taxi from the Kingcombe Meadows Nature Reserve to Dorchester as it was impossible to find accommodation near the Ridgeway in this section.
Dorchester surprised me with its tidy streets, spruced up Brewey Square, and varied architecture. It was certainly superior to the towns I saw recently in Kent.



We ended up having takeaway fish and chips on a bench on Fordington Green, after walking about the town centre and getting some more gear at Great Western Camping, an old-timer outdoorsy shop still run by the same family. The chip shop also looked to be family run, everyone uniformed and capped, also friendly and efficient. Quiet West Country vitality is alive and well in Dorchester.