It was an identical start to this morning as the day before ... abolitions, omelette and out by 11.30!
Today we headed for Portland - retracing a lot of our tracks from yesterday but this time with 190 bhp of Swedish engineering to power us.
The Isle of Portland is An interesting but very odd place. I guess the prison and the navy base gives it a strange identity. There seems to be a lot of inner city type housing amongst the wild and rugged scenery. A bit like dumping Tower Hamlets in the Shetlands! We drove round the whole island stopping at a couple of places...
Portland Bill was very busy but also very atmospheric. We didn’t climb up the lighthouse but we did have a good look round and walked across all the Portland Stone slabs to get some wonderful views of the rugged coastline.
We then headed off to Lulworth Cove for the afternoon. The 20 mile journey took a lot longer than expected as the sat nav took us through the middle of Weymouth and we got caught up in all the Iron Man traffic. They were all taking their bikes down to a park ready for tomorrow’s big race. We looked out for nephew Luke but couldn’t see him!
Lulworth Cove was busy but we still managed to spend a very peaceful couple of hours sitting by the cove and walking around the ridge. I spent 30 mins weighing up whether I should have a quick dip or not. I decided not to in the end - probably a bad decision but ... we’ll be back. Kim had to suffer me recounting my first visit to Lulworth - my geography field trip experience (when I was 17!). At least I got to tell her how the Cove was formed - so that Grammar School education wasn’t wasted after all!?
We came hone via Weymouth stopping for a walk along the front and a bite to eat. A very nice Chinese restaurant in the centre of town called Ming Wah. I had a dish I had never even heard of - Cheesy King Prawns - it was as different as it was scrumptious!
Back to Brunnehilda to a bit of a catastrophe! Mysteriously the water had all gone so I promptly re-filled it. Kim tried to fill the kettle and nothing was coming out but you could hear gushing water - uh oh!! Turned out the hose had slipped off between the tank and the pump. When the taps were on the water was gushing from the tank into the under bed storage area. Lots of towels were needed to soak it all up. I have no idea how it could have happened although there is no clip on the pipe so all the rocking of the caravan (from the wind!!!) could have dislodged it? Other than that it’s my racism theory again and Brunnehilda was sabotaged - but that’s just paranoia??! Anyway, we need a clip - one for Pete at Blackmore Vale next week!
We finished the day off by watching a DVD we both had fancied when it was at the cinema - Glen Close in The Wife. Absolute garbage! Not the train wreck that Mary Queen of Scots was but not far off!
Finally to bed with the sound of rain pounding Brunnehilda. Let’s just hope the water stays on the outside tonight?
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