Family Holiday

For the past few years my father, siblings and I go on a camping holiday down south to Cornwall, nothing too fancy but we enjoy it. This year my dad wanted to go somewhere different so he decided Weymouth. We knew it would be different, perhaps in a good way, because we didn't know any of the places around Dorset. I was quite excited because of the 'Jurassic Coast' line around Weymouth and its surroundings because I'm quite into all that prehistoric jazz. So, we set off on the Sunday and immediately the signs were showing, even the Sat-Nav took us to the borders of East Devon (there is an alternate route to Weymouth but we went the long way around). Not to mention the horrendous rain we encountered! Eventually we arrived, the camp-site didn't look to bad and we were pitched up and unpacked. Dinner all sorted and it was time to explore Weymouth! With the rain cleaning up a little we headed into the town and had a little wander. Of course there were amusements, which my little brother thoroughly enjoyed. Followed by more of a wander and then some food. 

The second day there we thought to explore the Jurassic Coast, as previously mentioned I was initially excited. We went to a place called Durdle Door, followed by a visit to Lulworth Cove. The town in Lulworth was pretty nice, however, the rest of it didn't live up to expectations. 
Durdle Door


Lulworth Cove

 The next day was spent driving around for goodness knows how long trying to find somewhere to explore. We ended up on a beach where people were smashing up rocks to find fossils due to previous discoveries of fossils on that beach (pretty much just a way to make money by renting out chisels). I did, however, smash a few (or at least attempt to!) and get some really beautiful gemstone rocks. After roughly an hour we decided to head back to the camp-site stopping off at Dorchester for some supplies. Upon returning to the car, both my brothers handed a note with a phone number on it. The number was for the camp-site we have stayed at previously for a couple of years (yes, that camp-site was in Cornwall!). So a quick phone call later it was official we were heading off to Cornwall! A quick swim, trip to Portland and a few beers later it was an early night ready to leave in the early hours.
Admittedly, this was probably the best decision made that week. We were up and off by 06.30 A.M. reaching the camp-site by midday with the rest of the week to explore and enjoy the beauty of Cornwall. Unfortunately, Weymouth and it's surroundings were not quite our cup of tea. Even though people we know have said it were to be a really nice place it just wasn't right for us. 

Peace out!

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