Dorset here we come

On Friday we’re off to Dorset for a week. The Canaries, or Jamaica or somewhere hot would be nice but a) that's out of budget and b) Moll couldn't come, so those are out.
The last time we went there, we had a wonderful time, though it was in a September heatwave, so I just hope we won’t be too cold - I remember a (gas) multifuel stove so that should keep us toasty.

Mr B is hoping for snow. I wouldn’t mind, either, as long as we’ve got enough food and drink to keep us going. Moll can’t quite get her head round snow. The first time she saw it, she jumped into it then squeaked as she realised it was a) cold and b) wet, so we will see what happens.

But there’s a high coming over us from Ireland, and while it’s going to be cold, it will at least be dry I hope. Today the sky is a deep blue and last night there were incredible towering cliff clouds over St Michael’s Mount which was a sight I won’t forget in a hurry.

I also met the most incredibly talented man at Newlyn Copper Works (google him) who started off life as a dancer in Western Australia. One of those people who just inspires you with their passion and creativity. Great fellow to know.

On that note I must wrap up and take Moll out. I’ve just had my hair cut and am missing the extra warmth already…