Fraggle 8

It's that time of year again. I'm panic-buying jumpers, the leaves are turning and it's acceptable once more to stay in of an evening and eat biscuits, so it must be Fraggle-time. This year, a week in Plush (what a great name for a place) in Dorset. We stayed in a sprawling old farmhouse on a working farm. The cows kept us company, waking us up with moo-ing at 5 in the morning and generally being smelly.




Bunty and Jo demanded more attention by trying to eat our conkers and throwing themselves at our feet for fuss.





Once we stopped pretending we had pets, we went to Weymouth for what turned out to be the last properly hot day of the year for yummy homemade ice-cream (two flavours only - 'coconut' or 'normal') and some good fish & chips. mmm.



I even went in the sea!




After an enormous restorative Sunday roast, the remaining few that hadn't had to rush back to London were left to wander around and generally fill time.




Over the course of the rest of the week we marvelled at how small Lyme Regis is...


...ate lots of scones (they went too fast to photograph), went to see the Cerne Abbas giant, and couldn't help but be drawn by Monkey World - really good it was too!