Hunston

This morning, we were greeted by a group of mature cyclists, gathered in the pub car park. As they left, wrapped up in a rainbow of colours against the early morning chill, we wondered where they were headed.

On route to tonight's stop, we called in at Poole, to check on our rental properties.

We took a walk along the seafront to the quay, where we stopped for a while to watch the dredger in the marina, then off to the High Street, to visit the charity shops, to see if they had any Ercol furniture. (Not today).

After a quick look in the estate agents windows to check the house prices, and then a stop for a coffee, it was back to Marge for lunch.

From the van we enjoyed the views across the harbour, in the distance Corfe castle, barely visible in the watery light. On the beach, the oyster catchers with their vibrant orange bills were poking about in the crevices between the pebbles.

This afternoon, we joined the throngs of motorists, all in a hurry to be somewhere. For those stuck behind Marge it was a frustratingly, slow journey!

We are now at our overnight stop, behind The Spotted Cow public house at Hunston near Chichester, East Sussex. So another evening of drinks in the pub before dinner.

Tomorrow we will head nearer to Brighton, where we are going to look at a campervan (don't tell Marge).

(She's 16 years old, and the same price as Marge).

It is purely to see if we need a larger van, or whether Marge is ideal for us. We'll let you know.