We stayed here, in the heart of the New Forest. Beautiful outside; the set of Fawlty Towers inside:
We got in the car and drove a little way further southwest, to the Dorset Jurassic Coastline.
We headed to Lulworth Cove, where you're reminded how well the British do "country." Rural little hamlets, bursting with so much quaintness it's almost saccharine.
We ate pasties, licked ice creams, and lay in the sun staring at the cloud formations, for what seemed like hours (but wasn't; Sebastian was asleep in his buggy next to us for about 45 minutes), but we climbed the grassy hills nearby and took in the views, and sat on the beach while some friends came to join us.
I'll let the pictures do that talking. (If you live in the UK, this is well worth a trip on a sunny day...)
Mummy having a break. While eating double clotted cream ice cream.
Rolling around with my boys
Oh good. He just did a pooh.
One wouldn't think this was in Britain, would they?
This mill pond is so quaint, it's almost too much.
Of course, someone will want to show off. And fly a kite.
So that was nice.