Once again, I awoke on Day Three of Dorset to brilliant sunshine, and my heart leapt, but as you'll see later on, the weather soon turned for the worse. I'm beginning to realise that the early-morning-weather here in Beaminster is rather misleading in that it allows you to believe that the day is going to be filled with sunshine, when really by about lunchtime any sun will have faded to cloud and you'll be shivering on the beach. Oh well. We British remain resilient.
I headed downstairs to an interesting breakfast of Snack A Jacks (I told you before, I have a thing about breakfast, okay?) and coffee (mmm), and then the family decided to go to Abbotsbury for the day, a small town with a dog-friendly beach.
Driving through Abbotsbury was lovely. Abbotsbury is situated in a rather hilly place, and as a result our family mission involved driving through the hills. I took a couple of awesome scenic shots which I will insert here (don't I sound pretentious, eh? 'Scenic shots').
Anyway, finding the beach turned out to be a real task, as any little roads we turned down in hopes of reaching the sea were either dead-ends or didn't have access to the sea (literally; some signs read 'no access to sea'). This meant that we were driving around in search of the beach for the best part of an hour, but it was rather entertaining. The elected radio station for the holiday seemed to have some party anthems theme going on, as every track they played for the duration of the journey was disco-worthy. My brother and I took full advantage of this and partied away in the back seats. Before you ask, yes, I am sixteen, so technically I should be past doing that sort of thing, but mentally I'm still about ten years old so it's still acceptable for me to bust out some questionable dance moves to Abba in the back of a car. Luckily for my parents, the back-seat windows of our car are blacked out, so they didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of passers-by witnessing their children's horrific dancing and then blaming them for it.
Eventually we made it to the beach, and I celebrated by reading one of my holiday books and digging my feet into the stones (Abbotsbury beach is a little unforgiving on the feet).
Lunch was calling me, and it was a surprisingly tasty sausage roll from the beach kiosk. "Don't knock 'em till you've tried 'em" is what I'll be taking away from that meal.
After this, we all felt a hankering for a cream tea. And so ensued an afternoon of chaos.
The original plan had been to visit The Mill, a lovely little attraction which sold cream teas and had a nice craft shop (we had visited this place and loved it on our holiday last year). However, when we arrived at The Mill, we discovered that it was closed on Mondays. Peachy. Just peachy.
After a bit of faffing (and more car dancing from my brother and I) we found a craft centre at a village called Broadwindsor that looked promising. Inside the centre was a few crafty shops, and a restaurant that did in fact sell cream teas - hallelujah!
The cream tea itself proved to be well worth the kerfuffle we suffered to have it, and after our bellies were stuffed full to the brim with clotted cream and strawberry jam, we decided to peruse the craft shops around the restaurant. My mum and I even visited a jewellery shop which claimed to showcase the largest rough amethyst in Europe! I managed to get a picture (see below).
Dusty was getting cold and so were we - a sure signal of home time, so we drove back to the cottage in Beaminster, where we proceeded to participate in what now seems a customary late-afternoon laze, and I typed out the beginning of this post, because I knew that if I didn't start it, I'd still be editing at 10pm at night. And guess what I'm doing at 10pm at night? Yep, finishing this post and editing... It seems that despite my best efforts I am still not as organised as I'd like to be.
I do have a valid excuse, however: after a strange dinner of chicken Kiev (on its own, nothing else with it) we headed to The Hare And Hounds, one of our favourite pubs from last year's holiday. (I keep mentioning this and not explaining it, so: last year at Easter my family came to Dorset for a week's holiday and loved it, hence the decision to return this summer.) We had a couple of drinks overlooking the countryside, which was lovely, and discussed potential plans for tomorrow without actually reaching a decision on what we were going to do. Sigh.
Anyway, whatever we end up doing tomorrow, I hope that it will be entertaining enough to record in a blog post.
Only time will tell...
Olivia x
Check back tomorrow for Dorset #4!
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