The Duke of Somerset and his wife, grandparents of King Henry VII, interred at the high alter in the Minster church of Wimborne, parts of which date back to 1120. These effigies above their tomb are made of fine alabaster.

Having Sunday lunch at the local golf club, and these are sturdy, determined golfers, playing the course in the pouring rain, and not even phased about it.

Elliott, Greg and I each had a plate loaded like this from a carvery pub in Dorchester. I had topside of beef and gammon, with roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, roast beet, peas and leeks in cheese sauce, swede, bubble and squeak, stuffing and gravy, accompanied by a fine local ale. And yes, I ate it all, and yes, it was far, far too much.

At Kimmeridge Bay, a Jurassic beach, where the Military of Defence hold training exercises close by, meaning we weren’t supposed to go past a certain point.

Elliott took this photo of me, Mum and Greg, after we’d all eaten a huge lunch at The New Queen pub. And the pub gave me a beer glass to take home.

Elliott very proud of his mosaic skills. We both played in the kids section of the incredible Roman Palace exhibition near Chichester.

https://sussexpast.co.uk/attraction/fishbourne-roman-palace/

This was outside a shop in Hastings, and made me laugh out loud.