Old Harry Rocks

Posted on March 9, 2009

We got a minor taste of Spring this weekend as we headed off to Old harry Rocks in Dorset with my Dad. It is a great place to go to get away from all the doom and gloom of the real world, and despite the country seemingly increasing it’s uneducated sub proletarian sheep population by the day, places like the Dorset Coast Path help you see the better side of Britain.

Out here you don’t have to hear about Jade Goody’s cancer battle, some shit programme by Simon Cowell, or manufactured naff pop music, it is lovely, just a few mild mannered hikers clutter the paths, and there is not a McDonald’s wrapper or empty John Smiths can in site, because here’s the clever bit, peasants don’t go there because it is too far to walk.

Anyway it was good fun, and my Dad managed to walk all the way there and back again which is some achievement as he is 77 next month and has in recent years had heart by passes, aorta repair, new hips and knees, the list goes on, in fact the only thing he hasn’t changed is his head!

If he goes on much longer he will become the human version of triggers broom.

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