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well actually it's three of us, and we're going in our caravan but I liked Enid Blyton as a child so thought I'd evoke a few memories.



Perhaps we'll stubble across a mystery to solve whilst we're away. Like how the bloody hell do you connect this ******* thing? Or why the ****** won't this awning do what it's supposed to do?



Maybe we'll even have a murder to solve - easy, Immy did it with a frying pan when asked is she cooking this evening? (No I'm bloomin' well not - I'm on holiday too)



It may even been lashings of ginger beer (no, it won't - ghastly stuff) and jam sandwiches on the beach (not without a sunshade it won't - you don't get this pale and sunstarved look by sitting outside you know)



Anyway, off tomorrow for a while, sort of looking forward to it, least I get out of working for a while!!:wah:

Great fun, Dorset. Have a spiffing time on your hols!

Ask me when you get back what I wrote in the second paragraph and then deleted because I'm a kindly soul.

spot;684138 wrote: Great fun, Dorset. Have a spiffing time on your hols!



Ask me when you get back what I wrote in the second paragraph and then deleted because I'm a kindly soul.


I'm now wriggling in my seat in anticipation of what you were going to say (and because I need a wee but us middle-aged women are like that).



Come on Spot, you know you can say it anyway!!!

I only hesitate because I'm kind and thoughtful, Immie. Wait until you get back and you'll find out just how kind and thoughtful.

Imladris;684137 wrote: well actually it's three of us, and we're going in our caravan but I liked Enid Blyton as a child so thought I'd evoke a few memories.



Perhaps we'll stubble across a mystery to solve whilst we're away. Like how the bloody hell do you connect this ******* thing? Or why the ****** won't this awning do what it's supposed to do?



Maybe we'll even have a murder to solve - easy, Immy did it with a frying pan when asked is she cooking this evening? (No I'm bloomin' well not - I'm on holiday too)



It may even been lashings of ginger beer (no, it won't - ghastly stuff) and jam sandwiches on the beach (not without a sunshade it won't - you don't get this pale and sunstarved look by sitting outside you know)



Anyway, off tomorrow for a while, sort of looking forward to it, least I get out of working for a while!!:wah:


Well here's something odd that is a little mysterious when we were on holiday in Dorset.

It was about 14 years ago whilst going for a country walk near the sea front, in fact we could just make out the Isle of Wight from some cliff tops. On our way back to our tent , my 5 year old son pointed to a stone cottage and told us that he used to live in it but when he did it didn't have windows and had lots of animals inside. It was the manner in which he told us this, he seemed to be talking in a strange way and being quite adult in his speech. Later that evening when we put our son to bed he then told us about his time in heaven. He said that Jesus was there all in white and I was there all in green and he was all brown, as he went on my wife suddenly stood up and told me he was describing his birth and at the time I was dressed in a green gown and mask, as I recall my son was a sort of reddy brown colour and for a short time had the umbilical cord around his neck?

The next morning I asked him to recall his conversations from yesterday but he could not remember saying any of it.

henrychalder;684145 wrote: Well here's something odd that is a little mysterious when we were on holiday in Dorset.



It was about 14 years ago whilst going for a country walk near the sea front, in fact we could just make out the Isle of Wight from some cliff tops. On our way back to our tent , my 5 year old son pointed to a stone cottage and told us that he used to live in it but when he did it didn't have windows and had lots of animals inside. It was the manner in which he told us this, he seemed to be talking in a strange way and being quite adult in his speech. Later that evening when we put our son to bed he then told us about his time in heaven. He said that Jesus was there all in white and I was there all in green and he was all brown, as he went on my wife suddenly stood up and told me he was describing his birth and at the time I was dressed in a green gown and mask, as I recall my son was a sort of reddy brown colour and for a short time had the umbilical cord around his neck?

The next morning I asked him to recall his conversations from yesterday but he could not remember saying any of it.


Blimey! Perhaps I should avoid talking to my daughter next week.



Seriously though I have read before of children who can describe a past life in detail, that must have been really freaky .:-3

spot;684143 wrote: I only hesitate because I'm kind and thoughtful, Immie. Wait until you get back and you'll find out just how kind and thoughtful.


Spot sweetie - will you still remember in a weeks time?

Oh yes. Have a good time, keep a diary, post it when you're back.

Ok Spot - I'm back now I want to know, please:D

Come on, you have to write up the holiday first. What did you do, what did you see, who did you talk to, are you sunkissed, all the usual stuff.

spot;688320 wrote: Come on, you have to write up the holiday first. What did you do, what did you see, who did you talk to, are you sunkissed, all the usual stuff.


Oh you are so bloody annoying! Right then, you asked for it.



We stayed at a nice, fairly small site which was behind a railway line so not always quiet but no trains at night. We could also hear the tanks at the tank museum at Bovington - didn't go there though the cost is a complete rip off especially when you are dragging along a reluctant 12 year old!



We went to Lulworth Cove a couple of times, walked along the cliffs round to the Fossil Forest which are the remains of the base of the trees that were at one time there.



We went to Tyneham Village which is a small village near the cost that was evacuated to allow for practicing of the D-day landings. The villagers were told that they would be able to return after the way but the government changed their mind and kept on all the land for gunnery training in the post-war fear of the USSR. The church is preserved and the schoolhouse has been restored to look as it was but the rest of the village is derelict.



We went to Bournemouth - ok, Weymouth - skanktown-by-sea, Portland - great veiws of Chesil beach. And lots of lovely Dorset villages.



Not sunkissed, not kissed by anyone sharing a caravan with youngest daughter!! Weather was great though, just avoid the sun, that whole getting prickly heat, sunburn thing doesn't appeal!



Will that do? Can you put me out of my misery now?



Pllllleeeeeeaaaaassssse.

I so know all those parts. And I do enjoy a few hours in the museum regardless of the cost, practically everything in there has a resonance. The same's true of Yeovilton.

All that had crossed my mind is that anywhere off the tarmac on those open spaces inland from the beach are where I always found adders at this time of year, and I'd typed to watch out that you didn't walk on one. Then I decided they were so unlikely to allow you to do it that I'd rather you weren't worried by the possibility. Nobody's been killed by an adder in England in living memory as far as I know, it's almost silly to mention them as a danger even in Dorset. Mind you, if you'd have enjoyed tracking a family of adders down on the heath then I apologize for not suggesting it.

spot;688703 wrote: I so know all those parts. And I do enjoy a few hours in the museum regardless of the cost, practically everything in there has a resonance. The same's true of Yeovilton.



All that had crossed my mind is that anywhere off the tarmac on those open spaces inland from the beach are where I always found adders at this time of year, and I'd typed to watch out that you didn't walk on one. Then I decided they were so unlikely to allow you to do it that I'd rather you weren't worried by the possibility. Nobody's been killed by an adder in England in living memory as far as I know, it's almost silly to mention them as a danger even in Dorset. Mind you, if you'd have enjoyed tracking a family of adders down on the heath then I apologize for not suggesting it.


Wow! Adders!!



Probably a good job you didn't mention them, I find snakes really interesting and would have gone looking for them (hubby hates snakes so he would have been mightily pizzed off!).



When we went to Australia my brother-in-law stepped into a grass verge at the side of a road and jumped back pretty quickly because he saw a snake - I had to be stopped from looking for it!! (numpty I know)



Strangely though my uncle got bitten by an adder as a child. Don't think he was very ill but certainly not an experience to repeat. I did read recently of a teenager who was bitten and became very poorly and is still recovering months later.

I carefully chose the word "killed", but even getting bitten is rare. It's not often I bump into snakes unexpectedly. My path was crossed on the banks of the Frazer River by a very fast garter snake I'd swear was over three feet long, it was amazingly colorful. Back in England, walking along the Christchurch water meadows in Oxford, I saw what looked like exactly the same snake swimming up the river. Either it was stalking me or someone had let it loose, it's not a likely thing to see in Oxford.