lulworth cove

We went away this weekend, down to Hampshire to see the Brit's parents and go to a wedding.  It was sheet rain for most of the weekend, except Saturday.

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.

It's amazing. It's a well known area to geologists for the insane rock formations and layers of sandstone and shale, and it's completely prehistoric - there have been tons of fossils found here, and the landscape hasn't changed much in millions of years.

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...)

 Lulworth Cove

 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.