Dorset

It was the first bank holiday weekend in May. The weather had been outstanding so I decided to jump on a train and get out of London. I didn't really have much of a plan other than I wanted to camp at a place called Swanage. So I trained to Poole, had a look around, bused and ferried to Swanage, went for a walk, checked out some cliffs, tested my new tent (which was a bit lucky given that the camping ground apparently had no tent sites left) and that filled in Saturday.

Swanage beach front



Limestone cliffs



Bit of a dicey walk out on this little path...



There were even some animals. Thanks to the pleasant English haze, you probably can't make out Bournemouth in the background, but believe me, its there. You can see the boats though, the entire area was buzzing all weekend with various watercraft.



Swanage had a very cool steam train. I really should have gone for a ride on it but was quite content to listen to it and watch the smoke pour out of it. Unfortunately this photo doesn't do it justice but it's pretty hard to get a good one when it is in full operation and covering you with smoke. You would have loved it Dr.



And one could not help but be intrigued about what this shop had to offer.... with a name like that the shop must do a roaring trade.



Sunday wasn't such a nice day so I caught a different bus back to Poole which worked out well as it went past a castle, unfortunately it was raining so it wasn't great viewing. I stopped in at Bournemouth on the way back which had a very long beach and not too much else and arrived home at about 9pm on Sunday night.

Kite surfers at Bournemouth.