Beautiful weather (in England! crazy!), seaside location, old friends that haven't been in the same room for 5 years...this weekend was always going to be something special. It was lovely to be back at a British seaside after so long; I have to say, there's nothing quite like them. Some can be tacky, with seafront houses painted in every pastel shade imaginable, but others, like Weymouth, can be really quite charming.
It's rare to see a British beach on a sunny day without hoards and hoards of uber-keen half-naked Brits, who leave you with barely enough room to breathe and a need to convince yourself that this cramped and claustrophobic atmosphere is a glorious way to spend a sunny day. I'm very proud to be British, but we tend to go a bit mental in temperatures over twenty degrees celsius. Miraculously, Weymouth never felt too crowded this weekend, and we were able to eat our homemade ice creams in peace, whilst watching kids build sandcastles and bury their siblings in the sand. Ahh, it was almost like we were 10 again...especially when we went on to buy some Kinder Surprise eggs. For those of you who don't know, these amazing creations are hollow eggs that have toys inside that you have to make...I know, too exciting. It really did feel like we were children again...except we were drinking cider as we ate them...and I don't recall incorporating a Kinder Surprise toy into a drinking game when I was 10 (long story)...
Being the connected gal that she is, Rach was able to get us into the SeaLife Park for free! Not only did we get to see some hilarious pengiuns intensely chasing a light and seahorses camouflaged as seaweed, but we also had an adrenaline rush (of sorts!). The Crocodile Creek water flume may have been sans crocs, but Cath and I enjoyed it so much we went on it twice! We're hardcore...or not. The next day, we were also able to get into Pirate Adventure Mini Golf for free too (it's good having friends in high places!) For those who have never had the pleasure of mini golf, it's basically what it says on the tin: golf with miniature clubs and miniature courses! But trust me, it's a riot, especially with pirate voices shouting out randomly from each course. We weren't that terrible either- mainly because the rules stated a 6 shot limit for each hole, but still...
This weekend went ridiculously fast...what did we do with our time? Ate brunch, went on a carousel (a ride where you sit on horses and go round and round, usually strictly for five-year-olds), drank cider on the beach, ate fish and chips, drank god knows what (Ring of Fire- always dangerous), partied, met a Disco Fish (a guy on his stag do who'd lost all of his friends), slept, woke, ate the best sausage and egg bap in the world bar none (resulting in me telling the cafe lady that I enjoyed her baps- ahem), thought about pedalo-ing/kayaking, decided it was too cold, made footprints in the sand, paddled in the freezing sea...yep, I can see where the time went.
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| It took us bloody ages to put up this tent...but it was worth it. |
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| The Disco Fish...a rare species only found in Weymouth...on a Saturday night. |
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| Getting very excited over my bap. |
Rach, thank you so much for inviting us down, and I hope Monkey isn't too offended. He is a little scary though, let's face it. Scary but lovely. (I'd just like to confirm here that Monkey is a toy, not a person). Rach, Cath, Alex, Meg and Bernie...thank you for all the laughs. Let's not leave it so long next time, eh? Meg, I've stolen a few of your pics for here...hope you don't mind! If there's one thing that will stick in my head from this weekend, it's this...b b b bird bird bird, bird is the word...(ARRRRGH!)
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