Durlston

After lunch on Saturday, Paige's mum drove us to Durlston Country Park. The castle there wasn't much to look at–it's a Victorian House with a shop, a café, and exhibits inside–but from the top you can look out at the sea. There was a wedding going on at the top.

The house is where the paths begin. One led us to a giant stone globe, and on the wall behind it were quotes by famous people. Since the Park has a strong emphasis on evolution, I was happily surprised to find a panel with Psalms about Creation.

The path continued along the edge of the hill. On our left, the sea stretched on farther than we could see, a radiating blue near us but turning whiter and whiter until it blended with the clouds.

The white rocks in the distance are called Old Harry and His Wife

The caves at Durlston were once a hideout for smugglers. Until about thirty years ago you could clamber around in them. Now they're closed off from the public.

 

 

 

 

We kept on walking until we got to the hill with the lighthouse. It was a bit of a hike up but totally worth it. For a quarter of an hour we lay down in the grass, without even worrying about being covered in tick bites, because this is England! The sun was warm, and the sea washed in and out, in and out, breaking like an untamed thing against the rocks and sloshing against itself.

"We could be anywhere right now," Paige said, and I agreed although I was quite satisfied being in England.

They say sea air helps you sleep well, and it must–we zonked out at night after take-away fish (fresh-caught by a fishing boat called Rammi) and chips and some Britain's Got Talent back at the caravan.

 

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