Ice cream in Bournemouth

Do you think Lisa knew what Phil was up to?

Final day on the tour for some of us. Lisa, Ruth and Jo had to catch the train back to Brum ready for work on Monday. Phil and I however were going on to the New Forest. None of us had to rush so a lot of sitting on the beach was done along with a dip in the sea. Not for me though, I guarded the bikes!

Another panicky look for campsites and nothing found so, despite ringing lots, we decided to head off to a large Forestry Commission one on the edge of the New Forest. We gambled that two tiny one man tents could be found a pitch even on a rammed site. We got there looked pathetic and said we'd been ringing all day only to be told that they'd unplugged the phone because it didn't stop ringing. They could hardly fail to fit us in after that!