All aboard!

A dry day, so we took advantage, mounting our cycles (wife borrowed friends, having no bike of her own!) and for the first time ever, taking the children along an A road. I made wife lead so she couldn't see the constant danger that presented itself as despite oft repeated warnings, both kids kept straying toward the centre of the road. After half a mile we turned off and took to smaller lanes through a little village, then over a ford and into a forest. Both horrid kids splashed through as many brown water puddles as they could. Fortunately, no one died.
The afternoon saw an excursion to Lulworth Cove. It was a sea of cars and ill prepared fellow tourists. From Lulworth it's possible to walk the coast path to Durdle Door. Why do so many people embark on a 2 mile trek up stony paths wearing sodding flip flops? The silly buggers hold the rest of us up, blocking the path exclaiming 'Wait Trev (or similar abbreviated unfortunate name) I got a bleedin' stone in me shoe.' Well of course you did silly mare, now piss off to the shops or MacDonalds or wherever you normally go.
So, we walked to 'the door' enduring the strong winds all the way. Sorry everyone. The mile or so back put the wind behind us, we stopped for a cream tea in Lulworth. Now, two things, the cakey bit is pronounced scone, with the 'e'. If you call it a scon, you're an idiot, or from Somerset. Secondly, put the jam on first and the Queen will invite you to tea anytime, whack the clotted cow junk down first and we're back to idiocy and Somerset. Get it?
Accompanying the sickly jam/cream/bun thing, we had tea. Served from Neville UK stainless steel teapots, into genuine Genware cups and carried on a 'Made in Charlton' Genware wood laminate tray. Excuse my intimate knowledge of café ware, I used to work for the company that made it all. Oh, the stailess stuff was made by children in India, the chinaware in Turkey and really, the trays did used to be made in Charlton. I know that 'cos I made one there myself. Next time you're in a cafe, turn the tray over and check. It really embarrasses those with you.
Now, we're in a nice pub, The Red Lion at Winfrith. Badger Brewery beer, jolly nice food and no fruit machines either. Nice. The end to another day in paradise.