The walk to nearby Durdle Door, the famous rock formation in the pictures at the bottom of this post, was worth the trip though. The walk involved a very long, steep walk alongside a cliff edge (I am terrified of heights) and I was less than half way up before my legs, back and chest gave up completely and I was a pathetic, breathless, exhausted mess. Hubby had to help me up much of the way and thought it was hilarious to go over the barrier and right up to the cliff edge to scare the heck out of me. The long walk meant we left mum, mum-in-law and the kids behind, much to their indignation (and our delight). Bit embarrassing though to get to the top and find it full of kids and old age pensioners. I think I need to find steeper places to practise my walking in.
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Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Trip to Dorset: Lulworth Cove and Durdle Door
Lulworth seemed like a good place to stop in Dorset. On arriving though, although I found the town picturesque, the cove felt like a bit of a let down: smaller than imagined, no boats around (probably too choppy) and not much to do.
The walk to nearby Durdle Door, the famous rock formation in the pictures at the bottom of this post, was worth the trip though. The walk involved a very long, steep walk alongside a cliff edge (I am terrified of heights) and I was less than half way up before my legs, back and chest gave up completely and I was a pathetic, breathless, exhausted mess. Hubby had to help me up much of the way and thought it was hilarious to go over the barrier and right up to the cliff edge to scare the heck out of me. The long walk meant we left mum, mum-in-law and the kids behind, much to their indignation (and our delight). Bit embarrassing though to get to the top and find it full of kids and old age pensioners. I think I need to find steeper places to practise my walking in.
The walk to nearby Durdle Door, the famous rock formation in the pictures at the bottom of this post, was worth the trip though. The walk involved a very long, steep walk alongside a cliff edge (I am terrified of heights) and I was less than half way up before my legs, back and chest gave up completely and I was a pathetic, breathless, exhausted mess. Hubby had to help me up much of the way and thought it was hilarious to go over the barrier and right up to the cliff edge to scare the heck out of me. The long walk meant we left mum, mum-in-law and the kids behind, much to their indignation (and our delight). Bit embarrassing though to get to the top and find it full of kids and old age pensioners. I think I need to find steeper places to practise my walking in.
The view from the top looks amazing.
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