Almost a month ago, we went on a trip back to the Isle of Wight… to be the Idle of Wight.
In my head, it was an Enid Blyton little adventure for two… camping, exploring, stopping for lemonade!
We hadn’t been back to the island since our mini moon… originally we said we’d go back on our first wedding anniversary, so we were at least a year overdue on our visit!
Home for the 3 nights was a Vintage Vacations airstream again… definitely one of my ‘happy places’ in this world.
Give me a big tin can to stay in, a bbq, a deck chair and some retro Italian tunes (the only CD we played when there!) and I’m in heaven.
Oh yes, and a spot of sunshine doesn’t hurt either it has to be said…
Of course, going back here has reignited my craving for a caravan…
This little guy with his cat ear lights and jaunty name was possibly my favourite… though I’ve recently spotted a version of him outside someone’s house on my way to work! So apparently parking a caravan outside your abode is more do-able in London!
Or even one of these… any will do if I’m being honest!
(Evidence of happy place-ness: twirling until you get dizzy. I promise I am older than 5!)
Here I also discovered my other new love… tiny blackcurrant Fabs, which are fab indeed. They came in a box of 12. I may have eaten more than my fair share!
I also discovered that taking pictures of bees isn’t the easiest thing… I have so many blurry shots of them bumbling about, and I kept having to move so I didn’t get stung (didn’t want to have a bumblebee’s death on my conscience!).
Oh and some butterflies too… who were just happily fluttering around. Less stingy those!
And then onto our next destination… believe it or not, this field is at a Garlic Farm! (Yes, we were hitting all the farms that day!)
Having a bit of a Sound of Music moment here… I may have sang. (But I did wait until there were less people around!)
And even the garlic ice cream was rather nice too. (Garlicy in the way that salted caramel ice cream is salty if that helps explain it.)
The next day we went to Ventnor… complete with deck chairs and authentic British pensioners…
And pretty beach huts, angel wing shells, lots of dried seaweed…
And of course dinosaur sand ‘castles’! (Accidental dinosaur hunting might still be a thing!)
Then it was off to this tiny little place… which actually is a tiny little place!
Knocking at a tiny door… and trying to spy if there was any furniture inside!
Having a Godzilla moment and threatening to destroy the mini village… everyone does this right?
And a train full of dinosaurs! I swear this was like this when I found it…
This, on the other hand, was not like this when I found it…
On the last day, we went to Seaview (it does what it says on the tin!) to swim in the sea… and idly talk about having a boat.
Of course, I don’t really like boats but a girl can let the sea air go to her head!
And before we got the ferry home, the trip ended as all mini trips should end… with a scone that’s almost bigger than your head.
(And a happy biscuit just for good luck…)