Twenty: Dorset, Somerset & The Cotswolds: Part Four (20/07/09)

9.00am and He's got into Her seat, pulled me forward a few feet on the drive and then got out again. What's he up to now? Call that a test drive?! Ah! - making enough room to get his pudgy tummy between me and the hedge while He fills my water tank - must mean we're away and I'll have to say a fond farewell to the dogs and my holiday home. About 30 minutes later, She's in the driving seat and we are, indeed, off.

After about 40 minutes we pull into a grassy, sloping car park at Lulworth Cove and He's getting all excited, bouncing up and down and saying that He can't believe He's finally gotten here. Turns out He'd wanted to come here since He was knee-high to a leek (well He is Welsh!!).

They leave me with a lovely view of a hedge while they go off and enjoy fandabbydozey views of the cove. Apparently, they not only went to the beach at the bottom of the cove, but also climbed the path on the eastern edge and came up over the top of it, where they saw, and He photographed, a Kestrel hovering over the cliff top searching for prey.

This was followed by a short jaunt to Stair Hole, a lovely blow-hole caused by sea water eating its way through the rock, a cuppa in the cafe near the car park and then they walked right past me without so much as a nod to a blind bat on their way to Durdle Door - a natural arch. This was, apparently, even more fandabbydozey than the cove, and far more impressive in real life than when they had seen it on Coast, and I think I agree with them having seen their piccies.

They especially enjoyed their tramp along the beach to Butter Rock, a small stack that seems to merge with the headland of Bat's Head behind it. Incidentally, Bat's Head also contains a small natural arch called Bat's Hole (what else?).

On their return, He arrived back first and stood next to me until She arrived and they then put their bags on board and then went off for food and mucky beer in the pub, before we set off again.

After about an hour we arrived at Bingham Grange Touring and Camping Park just off the road between Melplash and Bridport. I'm shown to a large hard-standing pitch up in the corner of the site, tucked away nicely with hedges on 3 sides - tidy! They quickly get me hooked up, cook some tea and then settle in for a night of reading and chilling. That night, however, the rain returns, accompanied by quite high winds.