The week in Dorset flew past - Rich's birthday was marked by a magnificent lunch at the Guildhall in Poole, another seafood repast at this lovely French restaurant, commencing with local oysters and culminating in dessert with a VERY large candle for the birthday boy. Thanks to all the well-wishers who offered birthday greetings over the course of the day that made the birthday complete.
Each day featured a drive through the winding country lanes bordered with blackberries (just ripe - yum!) beyond which we glimpsed fields of cattle, then a view of the ocean, from the rugged chalk cliffs to the seaside resort of Weymouth where Sue's family spent summer holidays. One afternoon Sue & Liz braved the climb to the top of the downs and walked to the Old Harry Rocks at the edge of the chalk cliff before tramping down to the beach and back up to the house - wonderful views and really bracing wind along the top of the downs. We even ventured to the beach one morning - just a walk along the sand (for a couple of miles) and maybe dipping toes into the water. Of course, Studland beach is home to a 'naturist' section, which we had to walk through to get to the cafe! Clive is a member of the local golf club, and whilst we declined his offer to play, we ate lunch in the clubhouse overlooking the bay and Bournemouth beyond. The course is a bit hilly, but every hole has a view of the ocean. Evenings were spent poring over old photos, Clive's collection is extensive, and Richard & Clive reminiscing - 'do you remember when we...........' and 'what's the name of that boy who........' chatting as if they had never been apart.
All too soon it was time to move on, a final lunch and a fond farewell - promises for a return visit that will be easy to keep. Yet again we packed and lugged those wretched suitcases to the car, and set off for Woking and the Dyer residence, AA Route Planner in hand.