We got the car seat and ended up doing a total tour of Dorset in the process. I shunned Shaftebury on the way home in favour of the Cerne Abbas Giant. You can’t beat seeing a gigantic chalk wanger if you ask me, it’s even better than a hill. Beneath the giant were lots and lots of baby lambs frolicking about in the meadow, so I guess he’s doing his job properly.

After taking in the beauty of a 30ft phallus I decided to further engage the 12 year old inside of me and snigger my way home along the River Piddle and the towns of Piddletrenthide and Piddlehinton.
No music bugs today due to Tom’s eyes, so we’re off to Sherborne to buy a 2nd hand car seat. We’ve had our jabs and i’ve prepared Tom for a gene pool the size of a bath, webbed hands and women with Adam’s apples.
West and North Dorset is a whole different world, I had to drop #1 son to a friend’s house in Sixpenny Handley on Saturday. We stopped to ask directions and while the road we were looking for was unknown, the profferance of his surname led to directions so exact it’d put a sat-nav to shame.
We might stop in Shaftesbury on the way back to see the Hovis Hill, I shall hum Dvorak while doing so.