I’ve had a couple of good weekends away recently, both in aid of friends’ birthdays. Steve and I stayed at a friend’s parents’ house near Hastings, which was surprisingly beautiful (the cottage itself and the surrounding area); and at another friend’s parents’ flat in Bournemouth. Thanks, friends’ parents (neither set were there).
Near Hastings, we went clay pigeon shooting. It rained the whole time. The gun was heavy. I missed all the pigeons: by the time I’d got the hang of holding the gun and where I was supposed to aim, my turn would be up. We went on a gorgeous clifftop walk and almost bumped into a naked man on his way to the nudist beach below (we didn’t know there was a nudist beach at the time). We went to Bodiam Castle. We made friends with the pet dog, who was very cat-like; so we renamed her Dot.
Bournemouth was last weekend. There was a lot of eating, drinking, sun-worshipping and staying up late. Bournemouth has a reputation for being a retirement town, but I really like it. Alum Chine beach is well kept, with good facilities. Yes, that makes me sound old. Both weekends were relaxing and fun-filled, anyway. They were little jewels studded in an otherwise mediocre month.