Peaceful Weekend

This past Saturday I waved goodbye as a handful of stalwart Brits headed out from Bridport Harbour to go deep sea diving. They didn't climb over any WW2 wrecks. Now that would have interested me. I walked on the beach towards Lyme Regis and played games with an enormous 6 month old Golden Retriever named Simba. "I never would have thought of you as a dog person." Simba is darling and knows NEVER to shake himself off by me after that first time.

After that, explored Abbottsbury and the 13th century chapels that still stand after the Reformation destroyed the main buildings.















Everyone always laughs at the idea that I would EVER go camping. "Where do you plug in your hair dryer?" This is to let you know that I can stand it, for almost 24 hours! Particularly when it's right by the sea at Ringstead Bay in Dorset. The wind made the waves crash loudly and spectacularly - all night and all morning. A cup of coffee, the Sunday Times and, because of the rain and cold, pretty much an empty beach this morning. I got so chilled out last night I could barely string two sentences together. Quit laughing! It was very zen.