Poole

You guessed it, last night didn't pass by without event. Around eleven o' clock John had an attack of severe cramp, twice! A little rain fell reminding us we'd left socks and a towel out to dry. Oh dear. 

This morning a sea mist had crept in hiding the headland. Despite the drizzle it was warm. At the campsite shop the lady who owned the site told Angela the weather would improve, but we weren't so sure. Packed up by twelve we set off back to Swanage where we knew homemade fish cakes and chips awaited us at the Fish Plaice on the quayside. Comfort food at its best. We had decided to return home, realising that we had tried to treat Wee Margie as Marge. But a campervan she was not. Having now sussed how we should use Wee Margie we have a trip planned in the near future which does not include using the toilet tent style awning. 

Swanage was quiet and after lunch we walked out to the Peveril Ledge stopping at the lifeboat station along the way.

On the quayside we'd seen a man entertaining the visitors with his one-man band. Somethings just make you smile. Across the bay sits Ballard Down where our coast path walking neighbours camped on their first night. We decided we would cycle there this year and camp up on the down.

We are now home and are already loading up Marge ready to continue on our journey to Devon. We will probably leave home on Thursday.

A walk down to Poole quay for a meal after we walked through the motorbikes, which gather weekly on a Tuesday until the end of summer. We are suffering from Wanderlust. John's daughter suggested we become full time Nomads, but we'd miss the comforts of home.

Don't go away blog followers, we'll be back later this week with more antics of Marge and ourselves.