Tree trunk
Tree trunk

Arne is one of those places that you might never visit unless someone suggests it to you. It’s basically a nature park. After successfully ripping my rear bumper off negotiating a narrow lane, I continued to damage the front bumper slightly too, as I believe in having a nice balance in things. From then on God believed me when I said I’d go to church on Sunday so nothing else bad happened and I continued on to visit this park.

So I parked up and set off wandering through the woods. They’re gorgeous and I got some great pictures and as the weather was bright and still I got some nice reflection shots.

About a half mile further through the woods I found a well constructed 2 floor hide. Excellent. I went upstairs, put the 400 mm lens on the camera and settled down to watch for dinosaurs. The only other people in the hide were an older, quite well to do couple who appeared polite and said hello, but clearly weren’t happy that they’d been disturbed.  After a while though they returned to using their £400 binoculars and I scanned the marshes for wildlife.

Aha! A deer! CLICK! CLOCK! Nice one that’s in the bag. I ‘ll grab another just in case. CLICK! CLOCK!  Oh there’s what looks for all the world like a water buffalo. CLICK! CLOCK! and another just in case. CLICK! CLOCK! Oh look, I know a curlew when I see one and the layout of the ground around it makes a nice scene. CLICK! CLOCK! CLICK! CLOCK! CLICK! CLOCK!  Got an extra one there just for good measure.  Hmmmm more deer, but they might be a little way off from the hide. So I get the converter out of the bag, fit it to the camera then fit the lens to the converter, clunk clack twist clack lock. OK 800 mm and £1500 worth of top glass, I focus in on the deer annnnnnnnnnnnnddddd …. CLICK!CLOCK! CLICK!CLOCK! CLICK!CLOCK! CLICK!CLOCK! CLICK!CLOCK! Yes they are a very satisfying series of pictures methinks.

Sadly Mrs Bouquet and her fella look like I just farted. I think they see me as a serious intrusion. Well I can’t help the noise of the camera. Oh there’s some birds landing on the water …CLICK! CLOCK! CLICK! CLOCK! Yep that did it. Mrs B heads out the door with her fella like a good little puppy behind her with a polite smile and a forced “Goodbye” and leave the hide, but I hear them go down to the bottom level and open windows down there. OK. That’s fair enough. Now I can really fill my boots and pick my nose cos it’s been itching for ages.

I stayed another little while taking pictures then put the stuff away, woke the dog and we trundled off out of the hide. As we came down the stairs I could hear a creaking noise, and I wondered if Mrs B and her man would be joining me for the walk back through the forest. Then I heard more noises, I swear I  was sure they were going to hide in case I came in the bottom part. I felt like doing just that but more noise from inside stopped me. It was more regular now, cre-ak ee-ek cre-ak ee-ek cre-ak ee-ek. I listened at the door, heard soft whispers then, creak eek creak eek creak eek getting faster. Oh my God I thought, they’re not! Sure enough though the creak eek turned into a creak! creak! creak! creak! creak! creak! Hahaha I couldn’t resist poking my nose through the slatted door and there, sure enough was puppy man, giving Mrs B  a bone as she bent over the bench in the hide!  Well I was fit to bust and felt like bursting in and asking what the hell they were doing. But they were right into it and Puppy man was really going hell for leather. Mrs B was not the Bouquet she appeared, cos she’s talking a bit dirty to him and clinging on to the side of the bench for dear life.

Well I thought, so that’s what they do at Derby and Joan days out! I decide to leave them to their fun and I set off with the dog to head back to Studland.

Some weeks later, I was at a friends house and unusually for me was watching his TV while waiting for him to come back. Guess who appeared on TV!!


Old Harry Rocks

Old Harry rocks
Old Harry rocks

If you walk for about 3 weeks east of Studland, you eventually (if you can still see) see this view. You know you’re not that far now 🙂

Old Harry Rocks are typical chalk cliffs that have been eroded, leaving some as pinnacles sticking out of the sea. They’d really be quite nice in the sunshine so I took some photos over two days hoping for some sunshine but alas, there was none to be had.


Tree hanging over a shaded pool
A shaded pool

Studland I found out is the point of land that is west of Poole harbour. It’s National Trust land so it has some typical restrictions. The long road that leads to Studland has borders either side that people use for parking, as parking is minimal here. The end of the road is the ferry across the harbour so make sure you have some change before you go through the toll booths.

I did go across just to be able to say I had and stopped by the road to take in the view. There was a small cigarette shop so I popped in and asked for some Golden Virginia. “Under or over the counter Sir?” He asked. Having lived for years in a dodgy estate in Washington I knew straight away what he meant so I said “Under”, put my debit card away and counted out how much cash I had. £60 … excellent. I’ll have ten pouches matey. That was me sorted for fags for 2 months!

It’s got some magnificent beach here, but be warned there is a nudist area not that far from the main car park. Aesthetically there’s nothing special about Studland, so don’t expect any fantastic photos from here. It’s main attraction for me was the amount of walking you can do in a small space of land. Jack loved it too but then he loves all beaches. 🙂

I was saddened by the amount of tourists who drop litter here. The laybys and picnic areas were shameful. It’s not just chavs though, I saw a middle aged “Mrs Bouquet” type lady step out of a new Rover just to throw some litter out of the car and into the bushes.

Nevertheless although there’s nothing specific to go back for, I enjoyed my visit and the chance to see the mighty Poole Harbour, and probably will visit again.

Lulworth Cove

East Lulworth village
East Lulworth Village

Lulworth was just a nice sleepy village I passed through on the way to the cove, that to my mind is the epitome of old England.  So I thought I’d share it with you.

I took many photos of Lulworth and it’s cove, you can see more at


Here’s one taken from the edge of the cove itself….

Lulworth cove
Lulworth cove























Kimmeridge Bay

A fossil
A fossil

Check out my fossil!!  >>>

Heh heh. Kimmeridge Bay is a private park and beach which forms part of the Jurassic coast. I’d gone down there to see if I could find a fossil as I’ve never found one before. Sure enough I did! It cost me quite a few scratches and bruises but I actually found three. It’s a real buzz of excitement when you do find one, as they’ve lain there for some millions of years undisturbed, then you are the one to come along and free it. Wicked.

I took photographs and left them there as there are signs asking you not to take fossils from the beach. It was only after I’d left that I thought about it and how stupid that was.

See, those fossils are so common that they have no scientific interest. The cliffs are falling apart anyway so a few people digging at the base isn’t going to make a massive difference compared to what the sea does to it. Also, if you leave them what happens to them? They get washed away by the tide or buried in the sand!

So I did as I was told without thinking, then later wished I’d kept one. It’s a very English thing to try and control people and constantly tell them what to do, so I suspect that was the real motivation behind the signs. Typical controlling, probably by the local council.

Nevertheless I loved it there and really enjoyed finding them even if I didn’t keep them. Maybe not the best part of the Jurassic Coast, but peaceful, uncrowded and fun anyway.

Durdle Door


Durdle Door
Durdle door

I’ve seen pictures of Durdle Door as far back as I can remember and it’s always the same one. No-one ever seems to take a new one. I always wanted to visit, so when I did I decided to get the same photo as everyone else. 🙂

Durdle door is just a gap in a cliff that the sea has eroded away, but it’s kind of picturesque in a broken sort of way. I wanted to visit more because of the iconic memory from my childhood when I first saw pictures of it in a book and like most impressive geographic features it draws interest and fascination on almost a base level.

There’s not much else there on the beach, but it’s impressive to look at so I’m glad I went.