Interestingly, the title suggests I've already experienced the whole of Summer and by the looks of things outside (I've got the lights turned on because it's so dark: note 10.15am) I have.
Despite my recent outbreaks of negativity towards this place (totally just I feel), we did have a good old trek the other day (in one of the three days of Summer). For those that don't know, Google Earth is a pretty neat tool. Using this gem we traced our footsteps to see how far we'd actually walked.
Turns out, we walked just over 20km (12 miles ish) in the searing heat; passed all the ridicuously expensive houses at Sandbanks, over the ferry and onwards........onwards passed the naturist section of Knowle beach. I think Johanna was actually quite shocked- My thoughts were 'I've never seen so many penises' but even my innocent Swede (who should be used to the vast amounts of porn produced from her country (true you know)) couldn't help but stare at times.
It wasn't the fact that 99% of the people there were on their death beds, wrinkly and browner than a chocolate bar. Probably more the things they were doing: Throwing balls with those dog chuckers in the buff, playing volleyball, just standing there having a stare with folded arms. What else? Probably the bizarrest things was some people who were just wearing T-shirts, yep no shorts....quite weird. I know it's all natural and there shouldn't be anything to hide, but may be some should cover up- I mean England isn't renowned for having fit athletic bodies, but if you're comfortable with yourself, who am I to say any different.
Luckily Johanna didn't have the urge to take some pics either- thank God.
So after our penis mission we set back off.....all sweaty, not inspired to get naked ever again and ever so thirsty. All in all, a good 'little' stroll. If you're going to do it- do it properly.
Despite my recent outbreaks of negativity towards this place (totally just I feel), we did have a good old trek the other day (in one of the three days of Summer). For those that don't know, Google Earth is a pretty neat tool. Using this gem we traced our footsteps to see how far we'd actually walked.
Turns out, we walked just over 20km (12 miles ish) in the searing heat; passed all the ridicuously expensive houses at Sandbanks, over the ferry and onwards........onwards passed the naturist section of Knowle beach. I think Johanna was actually quite shocked- My thoughts were 'I've never seen so many penises' but even my innocent Swede (who should be used to the vast amounts of porn produced from her country (true you know)) couldn't help but stare at times.
It wasn't the fact that 99% of the people there were on their death beds, wrinkly and browner than a chocolate bar. Probably more the things they were doing: Throwing balls with those dog chuckers in the buff, playing volleyball, just standing there having a stare with folded arms. What else? Probably the bizarrest things was some people who were just wearing T-shirts, yep no shorts....quite weird. I know it's all natural and there shouldn't be anything to hide, but may be some should cover up- I mean England isn't renowned for having fit athletic bodies, but if you're comfortable with yourself, who am I to say any different.
Luckily Johanna didn't have the urge to take some pics either- thank God.
So after our penis mission we set back off.....all sweaty, not inspired to get naked ever again and ever so thirsty. All in all, a good 'little' stroll. If you're going to do it- do it properly.
