After blanking at Worbarrow this morning, Levi and I hit a very sunny beach at Bexington/Cogden just on HT to find it full of the usual dog walkers and fluff chuckers all crowding around each other in an attempt to "get away from it all" 
... We just moved a couple of hundred yards up the beach to where it was deserted and started fishing 
However, the weed was a real pest - easy enough to cast out past it but almost impossible to retrieve without dragging a load of it back in on your line 
I hauled in tons of the stuff every cast... Although the breakers were nice and "bassy" looking it was the wrong time of day for that bit of the beach (dawn and dusk are best for Cogden)... Instead I was throwing out a dexter lure (into a fairly stiff headwind) in the hope of a Mackerel, and keeping my eyes peeled for either a baitfish "boil" or for Mullet being attracted by the fluff chuckers' fish guts.
Not a peep apart from a bucket full of weed 
By the time we got up to Burton Bradstock I'd decided that there wasn't a fish within 20 miles of Chesil and we'd once again hit tourists, this time parked at Hive Beach so things were getting crowded again. Luckily there's a grossly overpriced cafe at Hive Beach which does a really nice coffee so I wandered over with Levi to get some water for him and a coffee for me. On the way an idiotic officious woman pointed to a sign that said dogs were banned from the beach during the summer and had to be on a lead at all other times.
Sadly Levi didn't want a crap just at that moment so we couldn't leave her with a parting gift, instead we walked across the beach to the National Trust Warden's Landrover where the totally lead-less Levi had a drink from the provided dog bowl and laid down in the shade under the landrover whilst I chatted to the Warden about local fishing marks and stupid tourists who leave much more crap and rubbish behind on the beach than dogs ever could 
After coffee and water we decided against more shingle shuffling along the beach so headed back to Cogden via the coastal path, stopping on the way at the Old Coastguards Houses to visit a friend in his Dorset hideaway... (Many thanks for the rod, reel and net Nick) 
We couldn't leave without a few more casts so went down the cliff path to the almost empty beach and had a few more casts, this time getting further out as the wind had shifted slightly but getting just as much weed
A quick natter with a few fluff chuckers confirmed that we were wasting our time trying to find a Mackerel so we headed back to Bexington to the car for a cool drink for Levi - and as I'd forgotten to put anything in the cool box for me Levi persuaded me to stop at MacDonalds on the way back so he could have a cheeseburger and I could get a cold drink...
OK so we blanked - but Levi got a burger and I got a spare fly rod and reel (and topped up my tan) so it wasn't a total blank
