Well, what a week I’ve had playing tourist. I always get worried when they strap me in to the back seat of the car 🚗 but this week all journeys ended in fun and japes. First we went to Tyneham with Wendy and Angela, a couple of friends of ours.
Tyneham is a pretty spooky place, it was evacuated in WWII and the residents were never allowed back. It’s been left pretty much like it was when they left apart from all the houses falling down. The beautiful assistant got a bit weird because she saw a large copper barrel that she said reminded her of the one in the house she grew up in; they did their washing in it – I didn’t know she was so ancient. It was gross!
The military still use the area around the village and I think I heard some pretty scary noises so I hid in a flower barrel. We went fossil hunting on the beach when I recovered.
A couple of days later we visited our friends who are staying in a tent by the beach near Weymouth. They’re coming to visit this week. Hoorah!
Today we popped over to Knowlton Church and there were a group of druids having a Lammas ritual there. Reminded me of my days at the Museum of Witchcraft – aaah happy days.