Well another fantastic idea, executed poorly. I found a campsite that is open 365, so in a huge burst of enthusiasm and lack of any kinds common sense, I am currently on a train to Weymouth. Weather does not look too bad, which is good because I do not think I have packed very wisely.

I am taking the tiny tent, and the minimal cooking set, so I may be relying on local restaurants for main meal tonight, although I we there is a dominos in town, so this may be an option.

Bus journey was nice and easy from train station to the campsite, although I wandered around looking lost for quite some time before finding the right bus. View was amazing and there were plenty of shops about, and once I had pitched and had a quick lay down, I went for pizza.

It was a cold night but I was pretty toasty in my sleeping bag, it was only a problem if I wanted to get out at any point. By and large it was a quiet night with nothing but the animals making any noise. When I got up the next morning I went for a walk to the beach, that actually turned out to be a puddle.

I had planned to stay at the campsite for two nights, but I was struggling with the fact that although I slept quite well in my sleeping bag, outside the bag it was bloody cold. With twenty minutes before I had to either depart or pay for another night , I decided to go to a Prem.

Booking was a bit of an issue, but was resolved and I was booked into Weymouth Prem. On my walk along Weymouth sea front I smelled the nicest fish and chips ever. When I had checked in, had a bath, and felt a little more human, I went off in search of fish.

The thing was huge and delicious. Took a slow walk back to hotel, full and tired. I had nothing to watch so had to accept the junk on freeview.

I went had dinner that was a perfectly cooked rump steak with onion rings. This basically filled me to capacity and I went and slept.

I will include some pics of the scenery and the swimming horses.