Getting High

We took a drive with Angie today to the tiny town of Dorset.

Picture postcard beautiful, we headed to an old fire tower high up on a hill.

The climb to the top was pant-fillingly scary, and with no shame whatsoever I didn't make it to the very top (Angie did, Lucy didn't either).

The views can be seen above, it was a quiet, tranquil place - and the Thai food on the way back home didn't hurt either.