Jane, Claire, Lewis, Ethan and I popped over to the Isle of Wight today, a little place called Whitecliff Bay. The ferry ride was peaceful enough, we went up to the top deck and soaked in the beautiful sea air. I do so miss the sea air. When we got to the Isle of Wight, Claire thought she’d avoid traffic by taking short-cuts. Thing is, us boys in the back were talking and generally making noise, so we missed a turning and it took significantly longer for us to reach our first destination, Godshill.
I quite like it there, it’s basically one long road lined with pubs and knick-knack shops. There’s not much of a pavement though, which is a bit of a pain. We browsed some knick-knacks, then went for our first pub lunch in The Griffin. They have a hedge maze in the back, which was a nice momentary distraction. After that we headed to Morrisons to stock up on foodstuffs before checking in at the holiday camp.
Once there, we quickly found our chalet/holiday house and settled in. There was a distinct lack of power points in there it has to be said. In this modern era of everything* needing to be charged overnight… However will we manage? The shower was a bit weak as well. The bed was nice though. The main attraction of this holiday camp was the private beach, we set off in the evening to check it out. It was quite nice, sandy areas, some pebbly areas, rock pools, lots of slippy seaweed. I took my shoes and socks off, rolled my jeans up, and had a little paddle. It was invigorating.
After tea we checked out the entertainment venue, see what kind of wacky party dances they got up to. We weren’t disappointed, one of the first ones they busted out was one of our personal favourites: The One Eyed, One Horned, Flying Purple People Eater. We had a few beers, laughed at Lewis when a glowstick burst (spraying glow in the dark liquid all over his face), marvelled at the grown ups dancing, and did some table dancing. That’s Dancing while sat at our seats, not dancing on the tables. Ethan christened the place “The Dancing Pub”, as it was an alcohol place where you could dance. Clever kid.
* Obviously not everything needs to be charged overnight, but you know what I mean. While my phone certainly requires a charge every night, my camera could do with being charged every two or three days, especially in a high usage environment, such as a holiday.
