Before settling down for the night in Charmouth, I had given myself a good talking to for having ‘confused’ numbers such as 56 and 59 with much smaller numbers such as 40. I had looked again at the route for the following day, established that Brixham was 54 miles away, which would mean setting off at half-past nine, and had given myself another good talking to.
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We spent the first few days of the Christmas holidays getting very wet and windblown, and so when, one evening, we checked the forecast and saw that the next two days would be much better, we wanted to make the most of it. We’d often talked about taking the boys to Lyme Regis to look for fossils and here was the perfect off-season opportunity.
Day 3 of our trip to Westray was wet and blustery. We didn’t mind one little bit because we’d planned a morning visit to the little Westray Heritage Centre, just 2 minutes walk down the road.
Last time we were in England the girls' uncle offered to take them fossil hunting. As both girls are very into dinosaurs, they thought this was a marvellous idea.
Some of you may remember our little fossil hunting adventure in Dorset in early summer! Well, where else would one go to hunt for fossils?
We have an ever-expanding collection of ‘interesting’ rocks and stones which I confess to having mixed feelings about. It’s great that the boys are so fascinated by the natural world, but sometimes it seems that – along with conkers, acorns, and shells – the rocks are going to take over the house.
We enjoyed a family day out at Marsden beach on Saturday (19th March). The weather was unusually pleasant for this time of year and Ben was even brave enough to dip in the North Sea (Mammy, Daddy and Alex weren’t quite as brave).
Last month the intrepid Highlanders found themselves in the very, very ,very far south of the country! Somerset, Dorset and Hampshire!
After the visit to the Westray Heritage Centre, we thought the rest of the day would be a total washout, so went back to the cottage to bake cheese scones. Just before dinner, however, it stopped raining and even threatened to be a bit bright in the south.
My elder son, Owen, and I like nothing better than spending a day looking carefully at pieces of rock. We both love fossil hunting and a weekend camping near Charmouth is a regular treat.