Brockenhurst, the New Forest.

Are you here for the Beaulieu? Pardon? No, we're here for the view. It happens that there is a auto jumble on at the nearby National Motor Museum, Beaulieu this weekend. We can expect the campsite to be busy tomorrow. 

After being home three nights, we couldn't stand it anymore and decided we needed to move back into Marge. This happens every year, once we start going away in her.

Marge is waiting to go. The forecast good for the weekend, we decided to travel to the New Forest, a drive of around one hour, stopping on the way to check out some dry clothing at a canoe shop for when we go packrafting.

Marge, what a view. Arriving at the campsite early we had our pick of some of the best's spots. Looking out across the forest towards trees, all a slightly different shade of green, all beautiful. Nearby the ponies grazed, the lush grass more interesting than us. A mother kept close to her foal, which clumsily followed her around. She made us smile. She all legs and excitement. 

Tomorrow we will cycle out into the forest. We desperately need to improve our fitness ready for our cycling trip across Europe at the beginning of June. Back on the campsite, one member of staff decided it was easier to ride on a motorised lawnmower to the toilet and showers rather than walk.  We have legs for what reason?