There are some visits which we make that don’t feature in the blog. There are many reasons for this, but mainly because they were a little dull, and not worth writing about. The Spring Tide Food Festival was quickly falling into this category, save for one shining beacon of hope.
Sitting in the middle of the Blackmore Vale, this wood houses the oldest living thing in Dorset
I beg your pardon?! what?! yes, you read that correctly…KNOB THROWING.
It was quite an overcast day, moody and foreboding, perfect for a visit to a tumbledown castle.