When the sun’s been out, we’ve been sneaking quick trips to the South West Coast Path at various points along its length. None of them have been particularly exciting trips but there are enough now to make a quick scrapbook.
This batch includes a walk returning by train, a walk returning by bus, a walk that was stopped by a massive hill that we just couldn’t face, and a trip down Newquay streets which covered more of the path than I thought it was going to.
Our third and final South West Coast Path adventure of the summer was all about cliffs. The theme of our adventures so far has been spontaneity and this was another one that we hadn’t really planned out. It was the kind of trip that saw us driving along a coast road and eventually just deciding to take the next left turn to end up at a beach.
Unfortunately, the beach we ended up at wasn’t that inspiring, so instead, we decided to follow the acorn which took us climbing up some pretty steep cliffs.
It feels a bit incongruous to write about the beautiful sunny days of summer when autumn has more than arrived, but I want to catch up the final two stretches of South West Coast Path we walked this year, before settling down to make plans for the next batch.
So, after finding the start of the path, our next adventure was another that came about by accident – we hadn’t particularly been planning on finding the other end of the national trail, but I sort of had an inkling in my head as we drew nearer and nearer that we could make it happen.
When I was a kid, I remember being driven across Salisbury Plain, and spotting a pristine but empty looking village tucked away in the fields. My parents told me this was an army village, not for living in, but for exercises and drills. My imagination was absolutely caught by this and whenever I travelled around, across or anywhere near Salisbury Plain, I would always be on the lookout for this exceptional village.
Yesterday, I went to the Great Dorset Steam Fair with my dad. He’s been before and really liked it. I’ve never been, or if I have my memory has erased it. I must admit, when we were first talking about going, I was sort of expecting it to be a bit like the Gillingham & Shaftesbury Show, which is somewhere my dad and I also visited.
It is nothing like that.
A while back, I pondered the state of things in Dorset, where they drink beer from the Piddle Brewery.
Fast forward a few months, and my Dad presents me with three bottles as a house-warming present.
Here we have:
Piddle in a bottle Jimmy Riddle in a bottle Little Willie Naturally, the next step was a taste test.
Piddle in a Bottle - At first I thought it just tasted like lager, but then I got the aftertaste and realised the bitterness of the ale.
Whilst investigating potential places to visit for the A-Z Adventure, I came across this interesting event: the Dorset Knob Throwing festival. Now, I do try and be an adult most of the time, but sometimes there are things that you just can’t ignore. A section from the rules.
Dorset Knob measured at final resting place.
If Dorset Knob breaks upon landing it will be the umpire’s decision of final resting place.
We decided to go to Swanage, which was incredibly busy, although there was surprisingly little traffic around, considering. I was a little disappointed that the beaches were so busy, because I wanted to build my sand castle.
The last time we were at the beach, I felt like digging but was told that I couldn’t build a sandcastle without the proper equipment - a bucket and spade. So, when we got to Swanage, I made a beeline for the nearest beachside shop and purchased some.
The calendar that sits on my desk at work has pictures of Britain on it, it’s very pretty. However, I was bored and flicking through it and came across August, and a picture of that hill in Shaftesbury. The calendar informed me that it was a picture of the pretty Dorset village of Goldhill that was used in the Hovis adverts. Hovis - correct. Dorset - correct. The rest is a lot of rubbish.