It's funny, moments and opportunities to go and see them always arise at the most convenient times. I love Dorset for the main reason, of course other than seeing my grand-folks, is that it is quiet. Very quiet. And I can just not worry or think for a few days, and then when I come back, it's quite a shock, but it's worth it.
So basically when we go and see them we don't really do much. We got there and my granddad thought we should go for a nice, calm stroll down a beach near them, Lyme Regis. It was a nice little afternoon, smooth drive down the quaint little streets to the car park, the winter sun's rays shining as if from Heaven through the clouds...
And then, there was a bit of drama. Police?! Tape?! Blocked road along the beach?! Whaaaaa.....?
We walked down the beach, avoiding the police taped bit by walking around it on the pebbles. We then realised we were walking back on the blocked off area, but my grandparents were feeling a bit of rebellion that day, and didn't seem to mind. But what could it be...?
Oops. My apologies to beach huts 15 and 16.
How dodgy is that though? The crane had tipped off the edge. There was no blood on the cracked windscreen though, so I don't think anyone was hurt!
Anywhoo, that explains pretty much how eventful the rest of my few days have been...Dorset was beautiful though as usual. Here's one more. Courtesy of my crappy phone. See the Heavens?
Until next time...
