On the south coast, west of Swanage, is St Aldhelm’s Head (sometimes known as St Alban’s Head) Just next to the village of Worth Matravers (they love a complex village name in Dorset), there is a coastguard office, a row of old coastguard cottages and St Aldhem’s chapel. ( https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Aldhelm%27s_Chapel,_St._Aldhelm%27s_Head). I thought this was worth a visit because St Aldhelm founded Frome, where I live. … Continue reading St Aldhelm’s Chapel

Unfortunately I was not able to because they do not allow dogs. This means that the dog and I were able to chill out on one of the hotel’s many sofas before taking the bus to Sandbanks for lunch. The dog has decided that the hotel is part of her territory. This may have something to do with all the staff and most of the … Continue reading The family visit Brownsea Island

This steam railway runs from Swanage via Corfe Castle and then to somewhere called Purbeck Park. Everything is neat, tidy and painted in British Railways cream and green. It is run by the usual group of retired gentlemen showing great pride in their genuine uniforms and shiny shoes. Unfortunately, owing to the ongoing heatwave, they are not allowed to run steam trains. Most of the … Continue reading The Swanage Railway

A tourist (topless) bus goes to Bournemouth in one direction and Swanage in the other from outside the hotel. Going to Bournemouth, it crosses the bay by chain ferry (my second in a week!) to Sandbanks. This is famous as one of the most expensive areas to live in the country. What was, twenty years ago, a spit of land with 1950s holiday bungalows, is … Continue reading Bournemouth

At the Knoll House Hotel (https://www.knollhouse.co.uk) with family. This was built as a holiday house for a rich family in the 1920s and became a hotel in 1931. It has only belonged to three families since then and not much has changed. A lot of the furniture and decor looks original. They have indoor and outdoor swimming pools, tennis courts, a small golf course and … Continue reading Studland Bay

The day after getting back from Plymouth, to Weymouth for the day. This is doable by train and, as the heatwave continued, off I set, armed with the dog and my old person’s rail card. I have done this journey before and, on a Saturday in July, it was not crowded. It wended it’s way scenically through Somerset and Dorset before depositing me within sight … Continue reading Weymouth

Apologies, some of the next posts will not have the accustomed levels of photographs – forgetting phone, heat exhaustion and inertia – one or all of those. As the country is in the middle of a massive heatwave, all the grass looks like the African Savanna. To Plymouth (the original one, in Devon, for any Americans thinking of rocks…) Saltram house near Plympton on the … Continue reading Plymouth

Off to lunch with the non goddaughter and partner. This involved three dogs – the two we already had – mine and the irritating puppy – and another, more sensible one. Puppy and home dog gallivanting around the garden and mine perched on the garden furniture looking disdainful. Although she did sneak off and was found in next doors kitchen! Lovely place on the river … Continue reading And it is the last day…..

OK, not 30 degrees, but warm nonetheless. The moors look glorious in the sunshine, the birds are singing and there are so many tourists about that one AirBnB property has more than 100% occupancy. (People come from say, Friday to Monday, but pay for a week because there are no part weeks in June. Someone else then picks up the rest of the week but … Continue reading Summer!

Following yesterday’s post, one of my friends asked what time I had taken the picture of the train. Turns out that, despite living in London, they had travelled on the same train about an hour before I saw it. They went from Alston to Kirkhaugh and walked back. If I had set out to walk the dog about half an hour earlier, I would have … Continue reading Coincidence is alive and well.