Sarah and I haven't been getting out as much as in the past. Wait. That's not quite what I meant. We are still going a lot, just not outside of London as frequently. For the first couple of years we constantly went and visited different areas of England and Wales. Always on the lookout for new towns to visit, other counties to explore and lovely rural B&Bs.
Last weekend, after toiling so long in London, decided it was time to get out on the road again. We wanted to go somewhere in the Southwest and headed to Dorset. Neither of us really knew what was out there. We hadn't heard much about the place at all.
Well, as it turns out, Dorset is a pretty boring place. The villages are pretty, but don't have the same exuberance for life that the ones in the Cotswolds. We visited Weymouth, which was absolutely packed on this sensational weekend for the beach. But even that wasn't very exciting, the place certainly cleared out quickly in the evening. I guess there's a certain gentility to the place that is ever present wherever you look.
Now, I'm not saying that Dorset was crap, certainly the opposite. It's a lovely place, but not necessarily for a young couple. We did visit a gorgeous house called Kingston Lacey near Bournemouth. And we had a viewing of the infamous Cerne Giant, a huge image of a man carved into the chalk hillside. The thing has an enormous prominent erect penis. The myth goes that any woman who lies within it will conceive. Well, I didn't see anyone there at the time, but I'm sure they'd fit!