This year was slightly different. As the years roll by, so have our numbers dwindled. This is because most of my friends have either; got really stressful jobs that involves working weekends, moved out of London, decided to get married or having children. We needed to make a plan so after much deliberation we made the choice that this year we'd let girlfriends and girl friends in on the action. Also the 5 hour drive to the Lakes was getting a bit old too so, after getting the idea from one of the girls, we decided to head down to Dorset and do some prehistoric exploring along the beach in the Jurassic region near Lyme Regis. A slightly different adventure but I was excited.
As standard I decided to cycle the 180 miles down to the little cottage we rented. It was a long day but luckily due to the Arctic front I had a tailwind the whole way down. I left London at 8am and arrived at 11pm. Thats the second longest day on the bike since I got back in July. My legs were pretty tired by the end.
As with all our adventures we woke up slowly, chilled out, made some breakfast, read the paper, failed at the Sun crossword and eventually made it out by 11am. It's sometimes nice to take things slow. Plus I really needed the time for my legs to recover.
Within a few minutes one of the girls found a brilliant fossil. (it wasn't, but the first one always seems incredible) This certainly tickled my creative adventurous wandering mind. I love ALL things old. Me having a beard being a good example. I look 85. Looking for fossils that were 195 million years old was way beyond all real comprehension. Just thinking about those figures made my head spin with excitement.
We all went off on our own little adventures, taking great pleasure in each and every find. In my mind there were Pterodactyls flying above me as Loch Ness Monster like creatures swam in the waves. I imagined myself living at that time. Thats probably the most adventurous thing you could do. Living with dinosaurs.
After a good 3 hours of exploring, getting wet feet, chasing the tides and laughing a lot, we had each found our prized piece and decided to have a pub lunch to choose a winner. The food wasn't great but the Dragons Den style proposal for why we each thought ours was best was exciting. I personally thought mine was the best but I was deducted points for the roughness. I'm not sure we ever made a decision who's was better but that didn't matter. We were all pretty happy with our own find!
All in all it was a great day out and although all we were actually doing was walking along a busy beach in Dorset, the adventure was where our mind took us while we were there. I've said it before so wont bang on but; Adventure is not about rowing oceans or climbing mountains. Adventure in its purest form is simply a way of thinking. This weekend we thought adventurously! I loved it!