Last weekend was a busy one, but not all due to walking.
Urs and I went camping near Charmouth, in the tiny village of Seatown. We'd stopped in the village pub - The Anchor Inn - as the first pit stop of the Savills' LeJog and thought it would be lovely to use the pub and neighbouring camp-site for a training weekend.
So we decided to drag along a youthful support team in the guise of my nieces, Imogen & Verity and Tim's daughter Emily. Luckily the rain stayed away, the kids got on like a house on fire and the teenager did not think "it was too dull for words".
We met Urs and Emily on Saturday lunchtime after fighting through traffic on the Dorset tourist trail. After pitching the tent we hot tailed it down to the beach. Once there the waves looked a little intimidating! But after much persuasion by myself and Imogen we decided to go wave jumping. Which provide at least 45 minutes of brilliant entertainment. Below is proof of just how mad the waves were - it totally justified the girlie screaming by all!
We then managed to drag ourselves up one of the steepest hills in Dorset to take in the beautiful view from the Beacon. I'm not going to publish any stats for this walk, as it was a very poor effort, but something is better than nothing! But here is some proof that we actually made the hike.
We rounded the evening off in the pub eating some yummy food and listening to a hip, beardy man signing and playing his guitar in the pub. Luckily for all he played a version of Dancing Queen which made Emily so happy she got up to dance. Phew!
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