Good Morning World!
At the beginning of summer, I thought I would spend my summer holidays making loads of money, going on holidays and road trips with all my friends and just overall having a good time. As it would seem I’m more than halfway through my summer, I’m still as broke as when I started, while also working 40 plus hours a week and I haven’t seen any of my friends from University.
This plateau of a summer seemed to come to an end when me and my two best friends went for a long weekend away to one of our houses in the sunny town of Christchurch next to Bournemouth.
Judging from my lack of summer fun I bet you all can tell how excited I was to finally have something on my social calendar other than taking my Grandma to Sainsbury’s and back. I was packed about a week prior and my car was filled with petrol all ready for my long 4 hour journey down to the south coast.
Day 1: Our first point of reference when hitting this gorgeous city was to head to the beach (obviously) and since we arrived late evening we brought some fire wood and some roasting equipment; i.e. some sticks and marshmallows, nothing fancy, and had a bonfire on the beach. This seemed all well and good at first until I decided it was a good idea to light twigs on fire and wave them around my head, but lets skim over that part.
Day 2: Since we Britons were going through a bit of a heat wave late July, early August, we thought we’d make the most of it and have an all day visit to Bournemouth beach to top up our tans, (or start one in my case), as its not everday England sees temperatures reaching near 30 degrees centigrade. This seemed like a good idea at the time until the idiot that I am forgot to apply sun cream to certain areas of my body, which resulted in some serious sun burns, some of which I am still recovering from 3 weeks later. I think its fair to say I learnt my lesson. Always wear sun cream kids!
Following on from our day of beach galore, in true student fashion we hit the town for a well needed night of dancing and (sensible) drinking. It only seemed fitting as this was primarily what our friendships were formed on.
Day 3: As you can imagine we started the day off with a morning of recovery, which then turned into a whole day of lounging around until we finally plucked up the energy to wonder around the New Forest. It was refreshing having spent the previous day on the sand to suddenly be wondering around the countryside. Dorset really does have the best of both worlds.
That evening myself and one of the girls proceeded to cook dinner for the whole family as a thank you for letting us stay and cause havoc in their home. It was safe to say it was a huge success and I managed not to poison anyone which is always a 50/50 chance when I’m behind the stove.
My time by the seaside, although a short visit proved very well. Not only did I have a wonderful time seeing the sights of the Bournemouth and Christchurch area but I got to see my two very best friends.
Thank you for reading,