I am a hibernator. My natural instinct when faced with cold, short days is to bury my face in the biscuit tin and my body in the sofa.
The thing about living with small people is that they don’t let you lie under a blanket for long, unless you are pretending to be a patient in a game, and being poked and prodded at by a toddler wielding a plastic thermometer usually ends up in incidences of near blinding thus is hardly relaxing.
So I bravely overcome my sloth like urges and pile on the woollies and head out into the cold. And you know what, once it am out in it, I love it, so I am grateful to the small chap for getting me moving.
The weekend has been chillsome but sunny so we braved an outing both days. Saturday saw us visit Upton Country Park. This posh old house has gardens to wander and woods to explore. There are places to sneak stunning views over the water, and a bit of a play trail, which was rather well hidden for us in places and I think we probably missed some of it.
Sunday we bundled up under even more layers, until our arms were stiff in our coat sleeves, and headed for the coast. Meeting Betsy’s current need to photograph beautiful things is easy when you live somewhere as naturally gorgeous as Dorset, and this time we headed to Durdle Door.
Syd trooped admirably up and down the three quarters of a mile hill to the best view of this natural arch, requiring a carry for just a short spell of the steepest stretch on the return journey to the car. We were whipped by wild winds and enlivened by brief fingers of sunlight reaching down to the sea and allowing the briefest of warmths to touch our faces.
The blustery walk was rewarded well with seas the colours of those from the prettiest of holiday brochures and the craggy cliffs of the Jurassic coast.
Then to Lulworth, first to refuel with a pub lunch, then to potter more in the cove. Such a gloriously pretty village with its pebbled beach almost enclosed by rocky outcrops, scarred with the signs of recent falls.
We chose stones to take home (Syd had to be talked out of some of the larger ones, but still his back pack was too heavy for him to lift and his collection from various places is beginning to resemble a quarry). We peered at the stream as it tumbled over rocks down the beach to the sea. Betsy snapped, I snapped, we took a pew and all three of us calmly looked out to sea, for a whole two minutes until Syd was ready to move again.
Then home, suitably refreshed and renewed by both the fresh air and the beauty of nature. How was your weekend?
Love Miss Cisco XXX
P.S. Thanks to my lovely daughter for the fab photo’s of Durdle Door!