3.10pm on Friday I was waiting outside the school gates eager to get on our way.
Call us mad or just plain adventurous but with the clouds black as you like we had decided to join Granny for a one night camping trip to Dorset. Ok, so in retrospect and if I had done a tad more research I would have remembered that the Goodwood Revival and the Southampton Boat Show were on, as well as being Friday the 13th!
Oh well, both these and the pouring rain meant we didn’t hit base camp (Hunters Moon Caravan Club site outside Wareham) until nearly 7pm. That said the journey was enlivened by the most amazing and glamorous vintage cars we passed on the way; many of whom were kind enough to spare a wave to a very excitable 6 year old!
Once on our pitch it was a quick dash to get water, hook up the electricity and tv (available at a lot of Caravan Club sites) and then onto a stir-fry. Munching done we made up the bed and got cosy watching some old You’ve Been Framed before calling it a day.
No, we didn’t need Hot Water Bottles, we were very warm although the next morning a little burst from the heater was required before baring skin to get dressed! Toast and tea and then straight off to Corfe.
It was European Heritage day on Saturday so lots of National Trust sites were free to enter (handy for Granny as she had left her membership card behind!).
Corfe is such a beautiful little village, lots of the houses have been built from the ruins of the castle so it is quite literally steeped in history.
There is also a steam railway which runs to Swanage and operates a pretty busy timetable right up until the end of October when less trains run but they still operate.
In town there is a wonderful shop called Ginger Pop. Here you can buy new and old books by Enid Blyton. We finally managed to find the Ship of Adventure – the last one we needed to complete the set. Big smiles all round we went to the bottom of the village to park and walk through a Nature Trail up to the castle.
We came across stepping stones and ‘balancing beams’ – I have to tell you that once my son had had his go I walked round the corner only to find Granny having a sneaky go; had to take a snap of that didn’t I?!
Once there we did the usual treasure hunt and Little Man got a medal for his endeavors. The views from the top are amazing, one has to consider this a 1,000 year old sky scraper – what will we leave behind for future generations?? Will one day The Shard be an NT monument? I digress!!
Inside the fortress there is a series of little (and not so little) grassy banks – perfect for roly-poly-ing – This is something I managed to prevent Granny also doing although I know she wanted to!
From there it was full steam home, not a bad journey although the A31 was jammed because of an accident and I let my 6 year old loose on an old AA Map of GB – yep, the Sat Nav didn’t seem to cope with the necessary diversion. Also made for an interesting if somewhat scary journey! He was marvelous though and managed to navigate me round the blockage and we were home in 2hrs 45.