All The World In Front Of Me.
I've been in Dorset for the past week! It was very beautiful and I'm glad I went. Largely uneventful (my brothers could only stay for a couple of days, alas, depriving us of the usual holiday anecdotes), but there were a couple of events of note.
Firstly: we stopped at a beach on the way down to scatter my paternal grandmother's ashes, and my dad threw a handful of her into my brother's face.
Secondly: I tried to climb over a gate into someone's garden because they had a pub table there and I mistook it for the dining establishment I was supposed to be going to.
The residents were at said pub table and gave me the most incredulous stare before informing me I was breaking onto their property.
It was extremely embarrassing.
(Editing this entry two and a half years later, because I've just rediscovered this message I sent to RD during this holiday and it made me smile:
Important bulletin: Dorset is beautiful and I have had a lovely day. I saw a rabbit and cows and marbled white butterflies and starlings, which are surprisingly pretty birds, and some magnificent cliffs, and I dug a hole on the beach and shored it up against the sea, but then my brothers and Eleanor destroyed it by throwing rocks at it because the true enemy was man all along. Also Joseph gave me a piggyback ride across a river because I'm a wimp who doesn't want to get my feet wet.)