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Monday, 28 July 2025

Poole, Dorset

Today is John's seventieth birthday. It is also the tenth day of celebrating this birthday. After a challenging coastal walk, a relaxing weekend camping in the new forest and taking in some art at Beaulieu today we were once again armed with walking poles and rucksacks, we say rucksacks, just small day packs actually, which were all we needed for our six and a half mile hike across the heathlands of Studland to Corfe Castle. First a bus to Wareham. Since realising how cheap bus travel is in our area we've become quite taken with this mode of transport. Of course John travels free, and Angela is three pounds per single journey, with the exception of our Portland to Weymouth bus journey which cost her a whopping 10p. Our walk today would cover a section of the Purbeck Way. Beginning in Wareham, of course fuelled by coffee and cake, our day packs bursting with goodies bought at Sainsburys for John's birthday lunch, we walked alongside the River Frome, the moored boats looking more cheerful in the sunlight than the gloom of a winters day when we sometimes walk this path. On the flood plain, young deer grazed, oblivious to our watching.

Following signs for the Purbeck Way we walked into Ridge village and then out into the heathland which is when we became somewhat lost.


Of course someone had removed the finger post which would direct us. So we went with our instinct and eventually ended up by the main road, crossing it and walking down to the parking area at The Blue Pool where we found somewhere to sit under the trees away from the crowds to eat a very nice lunch of cold meat, cheese, olives, sun-dried tomatoes, Spanish tortilla, bread sticks and fruit.


We had now once again picked up the signs for the Purbeck Way, venturing across boggy heathland and into the trees before being spat out into the noise and chaos of the Norden Farm campsite.




The path runs behind the site and through yet more trees bringing you out on a ridge that affords spectacular views of Corfe Castle. It's a view that you won't see from the road. Our reward for completing this walk, yet more unhealthy refreshment! The days celebrations not over, we took a bus back to Poole, tidied ourselves, and walked down to Poole old town for a meal at the Flavours of Asia Thai restaurant. It's a family run restaurant, and has become our favourite place to eat out at. What a day. Cards and presents opened. Cake and ice cream eaten, yet more steps to add to this moths total, and all topped off with a fantastic meal.



Sunday, 27 July 2025

Poole, Dorset

Angela has many happy childhood memories of weekend afternoons picnicking, and playing cricket in the New Forest at Cadnam. Well not all happy. When she was around five years old, one of the cows grazing nearby put it's head through the rear window of the families Austin Cambridge car. Angela was sat on the rear seat and her reaction was not dissimilar to her wild camping experience at Scratchy Bottom last weekend! As the cows sauntered through the Long beech campsite yesterday evening she wondered if one of them may be a descendent of 'said' cow. Sixty years on, she gave them a wide berth.





This morning chicken of the woods, cut from a nearby fallen tree made for a special pre birthday omelette for John. Being here in the forest he's in fungi heaven, we've already planned to return back in the autumn to the area around Eyeworth Pond to see what delights the fallen trees up there have to offer.

Today's visit, a sculpture exhibition at Beaulieu National Motor Museum. Over two hundred exhibits displayed amongst the gardens and in the Palace. Each for sale, some with a very hefty price tag.







We enjoyed wandering amongst them, some interesting, others unusual, many, we couldn't see how they justified their price tag. Of course coffee and cake featured during the day. 




In the kitchen garden we spoke with a lady about the monumental task of tending the grounds with too few staff. By late afternoon, the day visitors now drifting away, and now full of ' very nice ice-cream', we walked around the museum. As always vehicles from our childhood lead to reminiscences. Sadly our weekend in the New Forest had come to an end, but we weren't ready to return home just yet. A Chinese takeaway eaten over by Hamworthy beach whilst watching the Lionesses take penalties on the phone via iPlayer, ended our weekend away. And what a great weekend it had been, especially with the culmination of England's women's football team beating Spain in the euros.



Wednesday, 9 July 2025

Poole, Dorset


Yesterday, wanting to enjoy our last evening in France we walked down to the beach to see the sun sink down to the horizon and the moon rise to take it's place. Both were outstanding. Despite our late night we were up this morning| at seven, keen to make our last day count.





First stop Reville, a small village up the coast from St. Vaast le Hougue.





Margery parked on the edge of the village, we walked down to Goeland Plage, stopping for coffee at the beach cafe. School holidays are well and truly under way in France, so the beach was busier than we've ever seen it before, but not crowded. We walked along it up to the second world war defence post.


A huge concrete monstrosity scarring the view along the beach. But also an important reminder of the past. Wanting to stop off some more before returning to Cherbourg we walked back to the van through the fields.



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Cabbages, carrots, onions and sweetcorn all happily growing in the sandy soil. It was so peaceful, only the sounds of our own footsteps. Then onto Barfleur. We had to stop here before leaving France. It was where our journey began thirty one days ago.







The pretty fishing village was bustling. The tide was in, and the normally drunken boats swung silently on their moorings. We took a last walk. Ate a last ice cream. So determined to savour every last minute we allowed ourselves a very short time to return to Cherbourg, arriving just in time for Margery to be one of the first vans loaded. No one likes returning from a holiday, and everyone on the ship seemed a little subdued.


But spirits were lifted a little when a singer entertained us in the bar area. As the car ferry approached Poole, the sun was going down lighting the chalk stacks of Old Harry's Rocks in gold.


Angela talked to a French couple who couldn't understand why we would leave this beautiful area and visit France. Where should she begin?  Eleven hundred miles, with Margery not missing a beat We are now home, and tomorrow must address all that needs our attention. Before leaving France we discussed plans regarding future trips. Whatever life puts in our way, we'll find a way to keep on travelling. We sign this blog off with a quote from T.S. Elliot. 'Only those who risk going too far, can possibly find out how far one can go'. Sounds good to us.



Below is a summary of our 2025 June & July trip to France, just CLICK on the date and place or photo to open any particular date or place.
















2nd July - Saint-Jean-du-Doigt, Northern Brittany