Today, we are going to be spending a day in Weymouth.
Eyes pop open at about 7am. A decent nights sleep cut short by I am not sure what. Suzanne and Max both still snoring away so I sneak out for the morning toilet call.
We are parked close to the toilet block, so it was only a short walk. The rest of the site seems to be sleeping.
Morning bird songs coming from the hills behind, that are towering over the toilet block.
Thick cloud currently covering the campsite made the day gloomier than it felt.
Breakfast is a mixture of Nutella sandwiches, overnight oats and toasted waffles with syrup.
Showers had, and I decide to invest in the £1 a day for proper internet. It means I can upload to this blog. Better than relying on the very sketchy phone signal!
We unplug the Campervan from its electrics and the awning and we are looking forward to spending a day in Weymouth.
The short drive in seems very quiet considering it is half term, at a popular coastal town.
We park and cut through one of the tiny backroads that spew out onto the Esplanade. Our route is dictated largely by Max, so we head onto to the beach.
Its vast yellow sand is scattered with a diverse collection of visitors, mainly hardcore beachgoers and dog walkers. Ball games for humans and canines alike.
The odd sandcastle maker seemingly oblivious to the cold February breeze blasting in from the sea.
The absence of the promised play-park for Max means we find ourselves surrounded. Surrounded by the spinning, wailing and flashing of mini funfair rides and the amusement arcade.
£5 gets us 6 tokens. Half of them go straight away on the dodgems. Fun for both Me and Max.
We have lunch at The George. A modernish pub squeezed in between lots of others that didn’t appear quite as up to date.
We lunched here over 4 years ago when Max was just 2 months old. What a difference between now and then!
Full tummies means we are now ready for our walk around the harbour. A quick pop into a Knick knack shop and Suzanne spots a bargain Campervan mug for just £2.
What she didn’t spot was the hairline crack down one side, that in two hours time would see hot tea seep through and flood our Campervan table.
A trip to the petrol station and Sainsbury’s on the way home for fuel and wine see the Campervan and Suzanne suitably fuelled, for the next few hours at least.
The evening sees us snack in the Campervan. Despite promising him an early night it is almost 9 before we are tucking Max into the roof bed.
We indulge in beer, wine and card games before tiredness beats us and we hunker down.
