Tomorrow is the big day when I finally enrol for my course so I have decided that I'm going to start making Vlogs because University is certainly a one of thing for a couple of years and its going to take a big chunk up of my lifetime. I started recording some yesterday and I hope to continue to do at least a couple of times a week but, I feel like that might not always be possible when my workload increases with all of the coursework and practice.
This is just a short update about that plan really, I will insert a link to my first Vlog once it is uploaded to YouTube. All of my Vlogs will be on my second channel which only exists because I have a google account.
First Vlog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7thClW3zxzU
Vlog Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC391tScGRQc7HKYFRAZ9pVQ
Sunday 25 September 2016
Monday 12 September 2016
Beer and the South Coast
This time last week was holiday week. Time for a nice break before starting a new chapter, quite skilfully placed a couple of weeks before starting University. This could take a while to get through as it was literally a week and I do want to write about as much as I can remember for each day because this was my first experience down the south coast of the UK. Normally, when I holiday with my family we tend to go to places such as Skegness for the day, Mabletherpe or Bridlington but not this time and I think that was a good choice.
We arrived at Beer Head Caravan Park on Saturday 3rd September around 12 midday. We knew that they we're running a little late with sorting out the static we would be staying in due to a cleaner being off so we had to wait a while to collect the keys. We parked up on site and walked down towards the village of Beer. The route down was a rather steep hill, thankfully we were walking down it to get there. The village isn't very big but, was very cute and tidy. Most of the buildings were beautifully old and very quite impressive. There is a steam that runs through the main street leading onto the road to the beach and the whole place was just very pretty. We wandered around the few shops for a couple of hours and onto the beach and then around half past two we were heading back up to the caravan park. The climb back up the hill felt a lot steeper going back up and took a lot more effort. I managed it but, I think my mum, dad and auntie were all struggling, all with their own reasons. We were in the van before 3pm and as we go settled it started to rain. Harder and harder. I think we got back just in time.
On the Sunday we were all up and about for about 9am (which is the norm on a family holiday) and the plan was to go into Seaton for the day. When we got their not much was open with it being Sunday but we saw the old trams about to start service. The four of us went on Seaton Tramway, boarding the old pink tram, travelling through Colyford to Colyton. It was quite a long ride, very slow and very wobbly but we had the best driver, Dave to keep us company. He was very comical and talkative, the kind of guy that is easy to get along with. We stopped at Colyford where the road crosses over the tram way and he was telling us that his best record of how many cars stopped at the crossing was 26. There wasn't many of us on the tram on the first run up as it was only 10am. It took about 20 minutes for us to reach Colyton and when we got there my dad decided we were going to explore. We walked out of the tram station and around towards a junction which turning right lead into the town. When we got there, there wasn't much open but it was again a very pretty town, very small and tucked in. We walked around for a while, acknowledging the closed shops and then eventually travelling in a circle leading our way back to the tramway. When we got back there we had a nosey around the gift shop. We knew that we would be coming back on the tram again later because we could go back and forth all day, so none of us brought anything and we Caught the Tram back to Seaton. When we got there we found that a few shops had opened up. Not that many of interest, The Original Factory shop was one we noticed, The Wishing Well and a shop called Allsorts where I found a Tardis puzzle in a tobacco tin. I had to buy it. We had dinner in a well recommended chippy called Frydays, a clever play on words. It was lush, very tender fish. The type I struggle to keep on my fork but it really was lovely. After food we went back on the tram again just for the fun of it. When we got to Colyton, this time we crossed over the tramway to go to the vintage shed. Coming back we did but a few items from the gift shop, I brought myself a bookmark and a fridge magnet. Before we went back to the van we nipped to Tesco's to get some essentials.
Monday was a little different, putting the trams aside. My dad drove us all to Lyme Regis where we parked near the pier. An unusual wonky pier that had a strange slope to it. We walked into the town across the beach and mostly just wandered around the shops. There was a lot more open as it was a usual business day and my dad had set himself a mission to come back with a fossil. Nothing to specific, just something to say that he's been to the Jurassic coast. We ended up touring all of the local shops that sold fossils, some were really impressive and quite surprising that it had also been found locally. I do think that it was this day that I enjoyed the most just because I felt a lot of disappointment after the next day or so, which I will tell on later. We had lunch at a small pub this time that was very cosy and I had my usual of Hunters Chicken. The lady that served us thought that I was still in school and couldn't apologise enough for the assumption but, it lead to a nice conversation about what I'll be dipping my toes in soon, the whole going to Uni experience. We brought a lot of fudge from Lyme Regis. I say we, I mean my dad. All of it was homemade. I distinctly remember one shop, Roly's making the fudge in the side of the shop, it was fascinating to watch. We did walk along that wonky pier by the way and it was a little scary. There was no guard rails to hold onto, if you fell.... basically you fell. Thankfully none of us did and all of us made it back to car at the end of the day. Going back to the car I was scrolling through Facebook and more recently I've been seeing posts from either David Tennant fan pages or Doctor Who. Literally everyday, I can't get away from it now though I'm not complaining but, scrolling through I noticed a post from David Tennant's fan page stating that he had been filming Broad Church this morning in West Bay which at that point after working it out on Google maps was about 24mins away. I was so excited and I just had to tell everyone in the car and drop hints that we should go. I don't think they were anywhere near as bothered as I was and they seemed to just shrug it off but, it was a very exciting feeling to know that I wasn't really very far from him and would have just loved to meet him.
Tuesday soon came around and was a lot more touristy. The main thing we had planned was to visit the Beer Caves which no, isn't a cave full of beer but a very large, vast cave that was used to quarry stone. It was quite an interesting tour, lead by a man named Oliver who seemed to have all of these stories and facts packed inside his head, very intelligent. He guided us through 2000 years worth of history and I was quite surprised just how large these caves were. Very impressive. The tour lasted about an hour and it was very could down there, that cold that they do actually offer fleece ponchos to go down with. I decided not to take one but, then again I would, wouldn't I. I was quite cold when I came out but, I didn't take long to warm up. The sun was shining and the weather was still holding out for us. From there, we went to a place called Pecorama which essentially was some fancy gardens with a miniature railway running through it also with a cafe and a exhibit. Once we had our tickets we went through the exhibit first, which was of model railways all of which were very well made and well cared for. We had a short walk around the gardens before deciding to wait for the train, the driver was on his lunch break when we sat down and joined the line. We had to wait about 40 minutes in the sun and the most unbearable thing for me was that there were loads of wasps around, it was the same near the caves too. I hate them at the best of times and am quite terrified of them so to be stuck with some for two thirds of an hour was quite a challenge of not to break down in tears (That does happen when they buzz around my ears to much or just don't leave me alone). The train ride was rather enjoyable though, I'm not sure if it was worth the wait but, yes it was very pleasant. For the rest of the day we went to into Seaton again. I had spotted a shop last time that wasn't open on Sunday that sold games and gaming merchandise called ItemDrop, it was there that I brought my Charizard hat, a couple of Zelda keyrings and some mints packed into a Hylian shield for a friend. I didn't buy much else from Seaton, we nipped to Tesco's again briefly for a few other little bits and then we went back to the van.
By Wednesday I was starting to feel quite upset that we still hadn't visited West Bay and that they chance of that happing was dropping faster than then chance of dry carpet in the bedroom. We had a leak in the van and could not for the life of us work out where it was coming from apart from some plumbing of some kind. Whatever it was made both my mum and dad's room's floor wet and mine and my aunties and that was getting rather annoying too, stepping onto wet carpet wearing only socks on my feet and the water it was wet with was starting to smell too. I'm still feeling rather upset that we never visited West Bay if I'm honest and this whole Wednesday felt the same. My auntie decided to stay at the van, I don't blame her to be honest because she didn't really miss much. I went to Sidmouth with my mum and dad which I must also add is the complete opposite direction to West Bay. It was ok there but, it wasn't West Bay... do you know what I mean? I'm not sure I wanted to be there either, not West Bay, Sidmouth. The place seemed quite bland and straight for a sea front town, it was defiantly alive just a little... boring. The museum was interesting though, like Ilkeston but with added fossils. I brought a few souvenirs from there, I found a book on the periodic table of elements and a mall soapstone Dinosaur that I rather appropriately named, "Sid". I ate pizza from a bakery for lunch and managed to find some Doctor Who books and other little bits in the charity shops, I also found a new one in The Works. No, I'm not sure I was particularly interested that day. Later that night I almost choked to death, can't forget that one.
For quite a few days of the holiday, myself and my auntie had started going on walks after we got back to the van. She was trying to challenge herself a certain amount of steps per day and just wanted to push them over. The first night we walked up to the top of the caravan park which is is an even steeper hill and then again with my mum too. We start to walk across the fields using the footpath given but turned back, we went that way twice. The first time we only got to the bench at the top and turned back but then went on into the village of Beer discovering a flatter toe path that leads most of the way. The aim was to go up the steps that we could see from where we was on the caravan park as they went rather high up into the trees. We did make it in the end, I can't really remember which day we did what and I didn't write everything in my notebook just the main things. We found a few rope swings up there that were quite fun, a little scary mind with the height you could get of the one we both sampled, a good couple of metres. Thursday soon came around and it was home time, proper home time. We packed up in the morning and left Beer about 11am, it may have been a little earlier. We stopped at the services half way, the opposite side to where we stopped on the way there and enjoyed some lunch. I had a large sausage roll and by "large" I don't mean length, I'm talking width. They were an unusual set of services but very lovely. The had a large cafe, a smaller on-the-go cafe, toilets and made complete with farm shop. Adorable. The long drive home wasn't too bad either, I started to feel a little more at ease as I started to recognise places vaguely and the motorway. I was still a bit miffed about not going to West Bay and I still am but, I think what bothered me the most other than that was that I had one last day to myself before having to go back to work. Oh, the chore!
It was a lovely holiday anyway.
We arrived at Beer Head Caravan Park on Saturday 3rd September around 12 midday. We knew that they we're running a little late with sorting out the static we would be staying in due to a cleaner being off so we had to wait a while to collect the keys. We parked up on site and walked down towards the village of Beer. The route down was a rather steep hill, thankfully we were walking down it to get there. The village isn't very big but, was very cute and tidy. Most of the buildings were beautifully old and very quite impressive. There is a steam that runs through the main street leading onto the road to the beach and the whole place was just very pretty. We wandered around the few shops for a couple of hours and onto the beach and then around half past two we were heading back up to the caravan park. The climb back up the hill felt a lot steeper going back up and took a lot more effort. I managed it but, I think my mum, dad and auntie were all struggling, all with their own reasons. We were in the van before 3pm and as we go settled it started to rain. Harder and harder. I think we got back just in time.
On the Sunday we were all up and about for about 9am (which is the norm on a family holiday) and the plan was to go into Seaton for the day. When we got their not much was open with it being Sunday but we saw the old trams about to start service. The four of us went on Seaton Tramway, boarding the old pink tram, travelling through Colyford to Colyton. It was quite a long ride, very slow and very wobbly but we had the best driver, Dave to keep us company. He was very comical and talkative, the kind of guy that is easy to get along with. We stopped at Colyford where the road crosses over the tram way and he was telling us that his best record of how many cars stopped at the crossing was 26. There wasn't many of us on the tram on the first run up as it was only 10am. It took about 20 minutes for us to reach Colyton and when we got there my dad decided we were going to explore. We walked out of the tram station and around towards a junction which turning right lead into the town. When we got there, there wasn't much open but it was again a very pretty town, very small and tucked in. We walked around for a while, acknowledging the closed shops and then eventually travelling in a circle leading our way back to the tramway. When we got back there we had a nosey around the gift shop. We knew that we would be coming back on the tram again later because we could go back and forth all day, so none of us brought anything and we Caught the Tram back to Seaton. When we got there we found that a few shops had opened up. Not that many of interest, The Original Factory shop was one we noticed, The Wishing Well and a shop called Allsorts where I found a Tardis puzzle in a tobacco tin. I had to buy it. We had dinner in a well recommended chippy called Frydays, a clever play on words. It was lush, very tender fish. The type I struggle to keep on my fork but it really was lovely. After food we went back on the tram again just for the fun of it. When we got to Colyton, this time we crossed over the tramway to go to the vintage shed. Coming back we did but a few items from the gift shop, I brought myself a bookmark and a fridge magnet. Before we went back to the van we nipped to Tesco's to get some essentials.
Monday was a little different, putting the trams aside. My dad drove us all to Lyme Regis where we parked near the pier. An unusual wonky pier that had a strange slope to it. We walked into the town across the beach and mostly just wandered around the shops. There was a lot more open as it was a usual business day and my dad had set himself a mission to come back with a fossil. Nothing to specific, just something to say that he's been to the Jurassic coast. We ended up touring all of the local shops that sold fossils, some were really impressive and quite surprising that it had also been found locally. I do think that it was this day that I enjoyed the most just because I felt a lot of disappointment after the next day or so, which I will tell on later. We had lunch at a small pub this time that was very cosy and I had my usual of Hunters Chicken. The lady that served us thought that I was still in school and couldn't apologise enough for the assumption but, it lead to a nice conversation about what I'll be dipping my toes in soon, the whole going to Uni experience. We brought a lot of fudge from Lyme Regis. I say we, I mean my dad. All of it was homemade. I distinctly remember one shop, Roly's making the fudge in the side of the shop, it was fascinating to watch. We did walk along that wonky pier by the way and it was a little scary. There was no guard rails to hold onto, if you fell.... basically you fell. Thankfully none of us did and all of us made it back to car at the end of the day. Going back to the car I was scrolling through Facebook and more recently I've been seeing posts from either David Tennant fan pages or Doctor Who. Literally everyday, I can't get away from it now though I'm not complaining but, scrolling through I noticed a post from David Tennant's fan page stating that he had been filming Broad Church this morning in West Bay which at that point after working it out on Google maps was about 24mins away. I was so excited and I just had to tell everyone in the car and drop hints that we should go. I don't think they were anywhere near as bothered as I was and they seemed to just shrug it off but, it was a very exciting feeling to know that I wasn't really very far from him and would have just loved to meet him.
Tuesday soon came around and was a lot more touristy. The main thing we had planned was to visit the Beer Caves which no, isn't a cave full of beer but a very large, vast cave that was used to quarry stone. It was quite an interesting tour, lead by a man named Oliver who seemed to have all of these stories and facts packed inside his head, very intelligent. He guided us through 2000 years worth of history and I was quite surprised just how large these caves were. Very impressive. The tour lasted about an hour and it was very could down there, that cold that they do actually offer fleece ponchos to go down with. I decided not to take one but, then again I would, wouldn't I. I was quite cold when I came out but, I didn't take long to warm up. The sun was shining and the weather was still holding out for us. From there, we went to a place called Pecorama which essentially was some fancy gardens with a miniature railway running through it also with a cafe and a exhibit. Once we had our tickets we went through the exhibit first, which was of model railways all of which were very well made and well cared for. We had a short walk around the gardens before deciding to wait for the train, the driver was on his lunch break when we sat down and joined the line. We had to wait about 40 minutes in the sun and the most unbearable thing for me was that there were loads of wasps around, it was the same near the caves too. I hate them at the best of times and am quite terrified of them so to be stuck with some for two thirds of an hour was quite a challenge of not to break down in tears (That does happen when they buzz around my ears to much or just don't leave me alone). The train ride was rather enjoyable though, I'm not sure if it was worth the wait but, yes it was very pleasant. For the rest of the day we went to into Seaton again. I had spotted a shop last time that wasn't open on Sunday that sold games and gaming merchandise called ItemDrop, it was there that I brought my Charizard hat, a couple of Zelda keyrings and some mints packed into a Hylian shield for a friend. I didn't buy much else from Seaton, we nipped to Tesco's again briefly for a few other little bits and then we went back to the van.
By Wednesday I was starting to feel quite upset that we still hadn't visited West Bay and that they chance of that happing was dropping faster than then chance of dry carpet in the bedroom. We had a leak in the van and could not for the life of us work out where it was coming from apart from some plumbing of some kind. Whatever it was made both my mum and dad's room's floor wet and mine and my aunties and that was getting rather annoying too, stepping onto wet carpet wearing only socks on my feet and the water it was wet with was starting to smell too. I'm still feeling rather upset that we never visited West Bay if I'm honest and this whole Wednesday felt the same. My auntie decided to stay at the van, I don't blame her to be honest because she didn't really miss much. I went to Sidmouth with my mum and dad which I must also add is the complete opposite direction to West Bay. It was ok there but, it wasn't West Bay... do you know what I mean? I'm not sure I wanted to be there either, not West Bay, Sidmouth. The place seemed quite bland and straight for a sea front town, it was defiantly alive just a little... boring. The museum was interesting though, like Ilkeston but with added fossils. I brought a few souvenirs from there, I found a book on the periodic table of elements and a mall soapstone Dinosaur that I rather appropriately named, "Sid". I ate pizza from a bakery for lunch and managed to find some Doctor Who books and other little bits in the charity shops, I also found a new one in The Works. No, I'm not sure I was particularly interested that day. Later that night I almost choked to death, can't forget that one.
For quite a few days of the holiday, myself and my auntie had started going on walks after we got back to the van. She was trying to challenge herself a certain amount of steps per day and just wanted to push them over. The first night we walked up to the top of the caravan park which is is an even steeper hill and then again with my mum too. We start to walk across the fields using the footpath given but turned back, we went that way twice. The first time we only got to the bench at the top and turned back but then went on into the village of Beer discovering a flatter toe path that leads most of the way. The aim was to go up the steps that we could see from where we was on the caravan park as they went rather high up into the trees. We did make it in the end, I can't really remember which day we did what and I didn't write everything in my notebook just the main things. We found a few rope swings up there that were quite fun, a little scary mind with the height you could get of the one we both sampled, a good couple of metres. Thursday soon came around and it was home time, proper home time. We packed up in the morning and left Beer about 11am, it may have been a little earlier. We stopped at the services half way, the opposite side to where we stopped on the way there and enjoyed some lunch. I had a large sausage roll and by "large" I don't mean length, I'm talking width. They were an unusual set of services but very lovely. The had a large cafe, a smaller on-the-go cafe, toilets and made complete with farm shop. Adorable. The long drive home wasn't too bad either, I started to feel a little more at ease as I started to recognise places vaguely and the motorway. I was still a bit miffed about not going to West Bay and I still am but, I think what bothered me the most other than that was that I had one last day to myself before having to go back to work. Oh, the chore!
It was a lovely holiday anyway.
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