Two weeks ago, when I was staying over at my parents for a week, we caught a train down to Weymouth for a day of paddling and exploring. Weymouth is a brilliant seaside town. Surrounded by beautiful Dorset countryside – it’s flanked by the isle of Purbeck and the Isle of Portland (not real islands) – the bay is long and shallow with golden sands and is perfect to visit with a little one. There is the traditional seaside fun with donkey rides and sand sculptures, but walk five minutes west to the Quay and you have charming houses and yachts to look at with lots of crabbing opportunities and a fort to explore.
We really must come back here for a family break. Dave likes Weymouth because he came here a day before our wedding, bought a milkshake and sat on the beach while he wrote his speech. I remember watching ooh Gary Davies at a Radio 1 Roadshow here many years ago too (or was that Lyme Regis?).
Betsy loved the day out. She loved paddling in the waters and picking out interesting looking shells to give to Nana (although she seemed a bit put out there weren’t any big waves like there were at Bournemouth or Milford) and refused to nap because everything was too interesting to look at. Finally though she fell asleep in my arms as we walked back to the train station and slept for most of the journey home while the rest of us drank tea and ate candy floss. It was a perfect day trip to the seaside.