As many of you will know, each year Scraggies head for Swanage for a spot of water sports, although in more recent years I have tired of being drawn through the water in a foetal position while trying desperately to get up onto skis, or being flung across the waves on a knee board or doughnut until I am bounced off and skim across the water, and have instead opted for a sedate cycle ride or walk. The forecast this year was not good, with heavy rain and a strong south westerly predicted to create a 1.5m sea swell, and so, after a discussion at the pub during “dog walking”, the expedition was abandoned. However a big part of any Scraggy weekend away is the camping and Saturday night BBQ, and we decided that there was no need to miss out. And so we went camping anyway – on Richard’s farm about 3 miles away.
Since rain was forecast for Saturday, we all arrived on Friday evening, much more relaxed with 177 fewer miles driven, and we spent a long evening eating, drinking and being merry. We are very good and eating, drinking and being merry. I commend it.
And since we had not spent a day bouncing around on water, or exploring cliff tops, we were even able to stay up until after midnight.
Richard grows Christmas trees, and since most people buy rootless trees, he has a lot of roots to dispose of. We had an excellent camp fire, with woody roots delivered by “Teleporter”;
We were all home by Saturday lunchtime, and so Chantal had the unexpected bonus of my company in the garden for most of the weekend. And even better, she joined me for dog walks, which on Sunday somehow ended up at the Heathcote Arms.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
