First of all....
We had the time of our lives
4 of us, Deirdre & Stevie, Julie & I + 2 Motorhomes headed to Glastonbury via Scotland. We used
Brit Stops to slowly make our way down through England stopping first of all in Cumbria, I'll not post the stopovers as you need to buy the book to get that information, but some great spots and ones we would never of found if it hadn't of been for
Brit Stops.
Night before Glasto, all was quiet, even the mouse........... sorry back on track. We headed to a fantastic Cl which is now a campsite
Thorn Hills Farm in Othery which was recommended to us by Jamie from
Strand Camping. A fantastic place, i think it was £12 per night including showers and EHU, really really clean and well looked after, worth a visit if anyone is in the area.
Of course we asked were the nearest pub was, it was the
London Inn in Othery which was a small walk from the campsite. The 4 of us headed there, sat down, ordered some drinks only to find out from Mark & Sarah, the Landlords, they didn't do food on a Monday. We were offered different options for food, but Sarah being the wee darling she is, went into the back and made us all the best pizza you can imagine!
We had the best nights crack in the
London Inn, sat with the locals and the landlords and drank the night away, we were slightly intoxicated
- Sarah even ran the girls home in her car and one of the locals wives ran Stevie and I back to the campsite (much later). Yes they mostly had Somerset accents, I love that accent
Headed to Glastonbury the next day, now I have been a number of times before, 8 years in a tent, twice in a Caravan and once in a Motorhome previously, the gates ALWAYS opened at 12 noon on the Tuesday for Motorhomes, Campervans & Caravans. I meant to check if this was still the case but I didn't. At 10:30am we found out that the gates now open at 8:30 am, so it was a mad dash to get packed up and head to glasto.. I'll leave the Glasto story there, I can't put into words how massive, how good and amazing Glasto is, you need to go for yourself, suffice to say, it was brilliant, we all had a excellent time as expected,.............. Does it show?
Stevie & Deirdre sadly had to go home after Glasto, but Julie & I had another week to enjoy ourselves and meet up with our son who lives in Bournemouth.
We headed South and as you know, best laid plans and all that........... we just drove. I wanted to go to Weymouth and Portland Bill which we did...
We then headed along the coast and stopped at a very expensive campsite with a weird name.. I am sure it'll come back to me but can't remember what it is at the minute. Stayed there one night to shower sand recuperate, grab some food etc - stopped at a few other places after that on our journey.
We then moved along the coast and here is where the trip took a strange turn!, I had heard of the great beaches along the South Coast and decided with me being a ginger that on the hottest day of the year this was the best place to be.
Strudland beach looked beautiful on google and indeed it was. We drove along near Sandbanks trying to get a spot to park, just before the small ferry there is a car park which was full, we had seen some MH's along the road heading towards the Sandbanks ferry parked along the sid eof the road so we thought this is what we must do. Parked up beside some other MH's, had something to eat, grabbed our chairs and followed the other Sun Bathers to the beech. Quite a walk and on soft sand it was difficult, we walked for quite a bit and then came across the sign "you may encounter naturists ahead", now I am no prude and a few naked people doesn't bother me, if that's your thing then who am I to object.
We walked closer to the beach, seen a few guys swinging as they walked, thought nothing of it then realised, Hang on! there is NO ONE with their clothes on. This was a new experience, but I enjoy new experiences, so not sure what to do we picked a quite corner and sat down, enjoying the view so to speak. People of all ages and all sexes were naked as the day they were born, I don't like being the odd one out so to Julies amazement stripped off and joined in. Quite an eye opening experience and being a Ginger a real intelligent thing to do on the hottest day of the year! Before my bits got scorched I got dressed and we headed back now with the proud entitlement of being a qualified Naturist, well I was, Julie was having none of it, even after I took the brave decision whilst naked to walk the length of the beech and wade into the sea.
Sorry no photos for the above paragraph
After that, well we headed to Sandbanks via the Ferry, found a campsite near Bournemouth, a great campsite very keenly priced with great pitches and spotless facilities, we met up with family, went to local pubs for meals, done the touristy thing all around the area, New Forest etc.
I have left quite a bit out, we didn't get to Isle of Wight after all, maybe next time, we just didn't get to squeeze it in.
Will we go back, can't wait and in fact are thinking of a two week holiday just touring the South Coast next year.
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