As can be seen from these two photographs a busy day in the garden today; but let me tell you about Lulworth Cove.
Somehow in the hour between having breakfast and discussing the need to work in the garden plus spring clean the house, 11am arrived and we were to be found on the A303 heading to the seaside in glorious spring sunshine; the planning of the day had gone slightly awry. Actually what had gone awry were two single children of middle aged girth, both Aries, who have a hatred of everything domicile especially when the sun blazes down from above and the clocks had sprunged-forth giving an ETA for sundown at 8pm. British Summertime is here. A break in the journey at the Udder Farm Shop confirmed it was also Mothers Day gauging by the plethora of floribunda carrying ankle biters. Cake and tea consumed we alighted at Lulworth Cove as the tide was on the rise. East Dorset is not a great favourite of mine being just a hop skip and a jump from the Poole-Bournemouth wastelands, however today a silken sea lapping on the pearl white pebbles of the cove gave it an almost Mediterranean feel. I became intrigued by the ripple effect of sunlight on submerged pebbles as the tide ebbed and flowed and spent a fair few moments trying to capture the beauty of the natural world around us. If ever there was a perfect antidote to housework, Lulworth Cove today was that medication.
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