From Waterloo to a Ghost Village.

Monday morning I was due to leave London but after it was discovered there was a fridge of food that needed eating before I headed back to the south coast, some friends were invited over to help me munch down the box of eggs I didn't want to go off. We enjoyed a scrumptious breakfast of fruit and american pancakes before leaving for Waterloo. My lovely friends helped me with the burdensome suitcase and such and it wasn't long before I found myself on the train to the coast.

Unfortunately I'd drunk nearly an entire caffetiere of coffee over breakfast and then bought an iced latte at the station as I had some time to spare. Needless to say I was quite hyped up whilst in the crowded little train carriage. The day was amazingly sunny and as I travelled west, a friend and I decided it was a good day to head to the Purbecks, an area of hills and beach and general astounding beauty. 

So, not three hours from being in East London, I found myself standing in an abandoned village on a military firing range, admiring an art installation and the beautiful scenery. It was a little surreal. We were in Tyneham village, a place that the army took over in the early years of WW2 as they had a camp there already. It's only open a few weeks of the year, and though we'd tried and failed to visit over Christmas, the day was perfectly sunny. We headed to the beach and discovered the most stunning cliffs and hills, with a sail boat sat peacefully on the water. There was no one around. It was made even more perfect by the arrival of what looked like a pirate ship. I was fairly sure I'd found myself in some sort of novel. We finally left after taking a billion photos and watching the sunset, and succumbing to the dalmatians desire to eat the biscuits we'd brought. We saw deer on our return through the forest, and I arrived back home still somewhat in awe. 

Now the last few days haven't been quite so picturesque, but they have been fun. Tuesday I caught up with my friends, most of which I've not seen since Christmas. We're all a little mad, have an unhealthy appreciation for cake, and have a slight ability to laugh until our faces contort into the most grotesque shapes. Needless to say, we had a good evening of dinner and cocktails for the Irish one's birthday. It involved a lot of squealing and excitement. 

Yesterday I drank about a tank of tea as I caught up with another friend, before heading to the girls' house for dinner and fun. The evening ended on their new trampoline, gazing at stars and recovering from hysterical laughter and screaming which is the obvious result of bouncing around in the dark.

Today I was meant to work, but considering it's reverted back to winter, I wasn't needed at the beach. I plan to achieve some of the things on my to-do list and read a bit of my book about dragons. 

Oh, and tonight we're going out, dressed as TOWIE characters. 

Sometimes, just sometimes, I have to laugh at the insanity that is my life.

Much love amigos. 

xo