This weeks photo competition, over at “In a yellow house” is Water. I was foxed for a second, especially as the publicity shot she used is so awesome and so I thought of not entering this week. Then I remembered some shots I took last year, when we went white water rafting. The Beast had been locked in the car while we were rafting – sometimes I fear he might have rabies as he does not react well when he is around water – but afterwards he was so pleased to be out and off the leash he was up for anything.
Cycling in Dorset
It seemed like a good idea at the time when we loaded the bikes onto ElleGee but our suspicions were realised when, on our return from our first bike trip, Mrs B read out the description of the journey we had just undertaken which involved words such as: strenuous; highest point; rolling hills; steep inclines. It didn’t mention Olympic training, altitude or even sickness but it can’t have been far below the surface of the article or at the very least between the lines. We should have guessed when ElleGee struggled on the journey to the cottage that we were staying at, often having to drop into second and on one occasion first gear but your mind has a way of blocking these things out (It took ages to get the bikes loaded so I was determined to make use of them). I’m sure some of the views must have been stunning; it’s just we were both so knackered that once we reached the top of what had seemed like a never-ending climb all we could manage to do was roll down the other side. I would like to say we bravely let the bikes run but it was all we could do to keep the brakes on and even then we were still topping 30 mph. 26 miles of this were more than enough for one holiday and so the bikes were put out to pasture for the rest of the week and we let ElleGee take the strain - when it came to using wheels at least.
After last week’s Bee porn ordeal I had hoped that we would be able to run a relatively clean BlackLOG this week but alas, it is not to be. Among the many magnificent sights that Dorset has to offer we came across some rather seedy ones. The first being what appeared to be a glamour shoot for octogenarians*. Fortunately they were so craggy that when they did strip off they blended into the surrounding rock faces and so we were spared from the worst of it. There were a few disturbing grey tufts that suddenly appeared along the cliff face but I managed to switch my mind off to what they really were and substituted seagull nests instead….
* Please note for modesty’s sake I am steering well clear of using the term Sexagenarians. Sorry, despite recent experiences, it’s just not that sort of blog…..
Then there was the Cerne Abbas Giant
Cerne Abbas is a beautiful little village which just happens to be over looked by a chalk picture of a naked man with a very large appendage. I guess because it is historic, over 1500 years old, it somehow becomes acceptable. I just wonder what the Puritans and latterly the Victorians made of it. Face it, anyone who took the trouble to cover table and piano legs, because of how immodest they found legs in general must have been beside themselves with shock at seeing that plastered all over a hillside. There are stories that the Victorians allowed the undergrowth to cover the offending item. Now that would have been a bush to witness…..
The TV at the cottage that we had booked in Dorset was not huge but was a darn site better than last weeks dolls house effort in Deal. So what if it was an old fashioned type…?. Only when I turned it on the colour was blown……I phoned up the emergency contact number (Come on, this was in the middle of the World Cup! What more of an emergency could there be?) The owner promised to come over the next day to see if he could fix it….. Now, how good is this? He brought over his own large flat screen TV from home and some fresh grown strawberries to sweeten the deal. I felt a bit guilty until he assured me he was going away so didn’t need it. It’s just a shame the England performance against Algeria didn’t live up to such a generous gesture. If I thought it would have helped I would have called up the emergency line again to see if he could fix England for me but our short term landlord had gone away…..How selfish is that?
Other highlights of the week were the fake Tutankhamun and history of mummification museum. I’m not entirely sure what that had to do with Dorset but it was fascinating all the same and has fired up our desire to go back to Egypt and take The Beast with us.
So the new section I launched last week has made it to a second publication, any more of this and there is a danger that it might become a permanent fixture. To end with in the traditional way, some pictures taken on our trip to Dorset....Hope to catch you all next week...