Spyway

We awoke to the news that the England players have been leaping into a swimming pool riding inflatable unicorns. Although rain was forecast it was pretty sunny and warm. Misty accompanied us to breakfast again, and there was another dog in her seat! We were placed at a new table, nearer the door, and more difficult for her to tuck under. Both dogs eyed each other for a while before settling down to nap. Breakfast was lovely again, even though the chef hadn’t bothered making fresh bread today, 

Afterwards we grabbed our stuff and headed for Corfe Castle, in the village of Corfe Castle. We spent a couple of hours exploring both.

 

We followed this up by a cream tea in the National Trust tea room. The nice lady sat us by the window so I was able to have a good old People watch. The places some folks leave their cars! 

Next on my list was spyway. Why the name? Who knows. It’s a National Trust car park with nice walks down to the cliff top with more fab views. If you want you can scramble down to Dancing Rock. I didn’t want.  

On the first day, because of Misty’s refusal to drink water that is not fresh from the tap, or from a nasty muddy puddle, Ian had bought a frisbee. He wanted a sandcastle bucket but they were £9! The frisbee, though, is perfect. It fits superbly into the back pocket of the backpack, holds a nice amount of water, and can be used as a toy as well. We spent a long time playing frisbee in the long grass.

While wandering around Spyway, we came across this gate.

Yes, in the middle of a field next to a quarry, dinosaur footprints! From a big thing, a herd of diplodocus apparently. How exciting.

After the excitement of million year old footprints, we hurried back to the hotel to bathe and rest. Siri had predicted rain at 5pm, and Siri is always right.

 I had declared we would go to the Scott arms in Kingston for tea, about 200m down the road. It was raining a bit as we walked down, cars speeding past us. The Scott Arms is not quite the slaughtered lamb ( we’ve been there before, it’s in Devon) but as we entered we felt it’s not too far away. Of the limited menu, ham and chips, fish and chips, scampi and chips, the fish and chips had run out. Scampi for two then. But as the food and Ian’s real ale arrived, the vibe changed for the positive. Some conversation with other pub goers pushed it up even further, till we were actually enjoying ourselves. 

Our thoughts turned to home, and as we left the rain ramped up to eleven. We were soaked by the time we got back and I had to put my shoes on the ‘do not cover’ bit of the radiator to dry. 

Tomorrow we leave the Kingston Country Courtyard and move on to our next, even more expensive, hotel. I wonder if the pool has inflatable unicorns!