Two twenty something-year-olds hiked along the South West Coastal Path. They made it to the top of Golden Cap, with views of beauty, bestowed upon them.
With views far and wide, Poole to the east and Weymouth to west. It was peaceful and tranquil at the highest point on the south coast. The birdsong and the waves that crashed on the beaches below were the only sound they heard.
They couldn’t believe their luck, not a soul in sight. Was it possible, could their plan work? They hesitated and thought what the hell!
