happy campers, corfe castle

It feels insanely good to be back, and I’ll tell what’s even better than getting home at a reasonable hour and eating normal food…being sat around a camp fire with best friends, exchanging stories of travels and adventures. Hey, happy campers!

Camping is one of my favourite hobbies and as the weekends weather forecast was beyond perfect, we packed up the tent, flung a text to some friends and met in the Dorset countryside for a weekend of adventures. No sooner than the sausages began to sizzle on the BBQ, the tents were pitched and the beers were poured. We talked and drank the night away tucked under blankets and called it a night after trying to identify every twinkling star in the sky.

Morning came around too quickly (who knew it’s that light at 5am), so I snuggled up to this little fella while eating my bacon and egg muffin, slurping on a large cup of coffee. As soon as we’d fuelled ourselves up for the day, we hit country path in search of Corfe caste.

Nordon Farm Campsite is a working farm. Cows and their calfs graze in the fields alongside the tents, and geese, peacocks and chickens rule the roost at the front of the site. The goats were particularly friendly, probably because of the constant petting from the fan-base of children they’d gathered around the pen.

I’d thrown on my new favourite H&M fedora, some trusty SPF and Havianas.

Out we popped through the woodlands into a great opening of meadows. And there she was perched on the hill in front of us, Corfe Castle herself.

We danced like fairies amongst the flowers and chased the dogs until it got a little too hot and sweaty in that jacket.

Dancing Dave learnt a few tricks too.

Back on track and with the castle right besides us, I started telling the story of Corfe Castle to the kids. It goes a little something like this…

“Built by William the Conquereur in the 11th century, Corfe Castle had a hard, hard life. Besieged twice by parliament and infiltrated by the enemy from within the castle grounds, it was finally demolished. It’s remains were used by the villagers as material to build their homes.”

Fascinating huh?

The village is a toy town. Tiny cottages line the narrow streets set in the valley beneath the castle ruins. Every time I visit Corfe, I fall in love just a little bit more with its charm.ย 

Anyway, enough of the culture and onto the Greyhound pub garden which…another fact coming your way…is one of the most photographed pubs in the world due to it laying just beneath the castle.ย 

Have I mentioned my love for my new bag and jacket? I can’t seem to find the H&M jacket on their website but I’m sure they’ll be in stores. The bag can be found on the Next website here.

It was a blisteringly hot day and no better excuse to spend the whole afternoon drinking cider and Pimms in a sunny beer garden.

On our trek back to the campsite, there was no doubt about it. The adults were drunk.ย 

Back to the tent for a short nap…

And back to BBQ’ing. We were all so tired from the previous night’s antics and a whole day in the sun, so we set up our fire fit and warmed up before heading to bed to the sound of the cows grazing.

Sunday morning came around with the warmth of the sun burning through the tent. Gosh, I’d miss this wake up call. We begrudgingly pack away our tents as the kids protested in their car shouting “we don’t want to leave!”. Me neither.

Our last adventure of the weekend was a short trip to Swanage. You already know my love for this traditional English seaside town and even on a slightly overcast day, it is still my favourite. I grabbed a large bag of chips and curry sauce and then moved to the Purbeck Icecream stand for some honeycomb goodness.

It was the perfect weekend for the perfect adventures.

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