28/11/09 - Corfe Castle?

An adventure of multiple proportions, day one. Me and Bear (Rupert) decided that today would be the first instalment in our quest to make use of our Sundays. The plan was to leisurely wake up at around 10 or 11am and make our way to Corfe Castle, Swanage. Tunes on CD, we set off ready for a chilled day of amazingness. Well...er...it was definitely an epic start...but it turned out that the highest, and best, part of Corfe Castle was closed due to high winds! So an executive decision was made to look around the free visitor centre, in which we even got to pick up a real life cannonball, and move on. We aimed roughly, in between bouts of pointless convosation, to cross through one of the MoD army training ranges. We hoped to find lots of guns and tanks and shit.

On the way we went through many small hamlets with good looking pubs, we were tempted. A pub search was added to the list for the day. Oh yeh, we were on the 'Isle of Purbeck' which has some ace viewpoints on it. My pathetic one litre corsa managed to haul us up onto the top of a chalk ridge and on our way we went. When I say viewpoint I think we all know what that really means. Dogging spots. And as we looked at the elderly couple parked next to us that thought quickly left our minds. Back to military toys. 300 yards down the road we hit the jackpot! The range we went through was obviously closed and there were red flags all over the place which I guess means it's a safe zone, no firing and all that.
And we found weird signs. Signs that we'd never seen before...in the world.



When we found the tanks, after a good half hour of searching, there was definitely excitement. We found an old, unexploded, shell too - though I don't think it would have been live! With the weather getting progressively worse we made a b-line for a good country pub. Bear remembered a place with good ale in West Lulworth where he went on one of his 'work' related field trips.

It's just down the road from Lulworth Cove where Hazza Harris used to have picnics in the great British summer. A pint of Tangle foot went down a treat and I got thrashed at pool. On the way back home we came across Warmwell dry ski slope where a quick stop to watch people snow plough through astro-turf helped establish that beginners definitely wouldn't benefit from a trip there.

BOOM! There's the first Sunday adventure. Tank world next.

MC

Eh?

'The Perfect Sunday' n. The weather will be overcast and rainy, storming even. A lie-in of suitable proportions should be taken but not so long that the day is wasted. A lazy wake-up at about eleven is perfect. Slowly, make your way downstairs in your dressing gown and have eggs on toast for breakfast with a glass of fresh orange juice. Saunter down to the lounge and assume a reclined position on the sofa in front of the T.V. Chill with the cat, who will already be lazing on the sofa, and watch shitty T.V like T4 or The Crystal Maze for some time. Shower. Prepare the roast. The rain will have stopped for an hour so make the most of it and go for a long walk in the fresh air. Then, eat your roast with all the trimmings to the point where you are so full you're ready to sleep again. Luckily, there is some rugby union on the box, preferably an international. England win, for a change. Light the fire and watch an action film, doze if you want. The shower and bed. Fuck Monday mornings, but you're bloody ready for it!!

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