We headed down to Pool Harbour to spend a day out on the National Trust owned Brownsea Island. The ferry was not cheap, but it was great fun for the kids, and being NT members gave us free admission to the Island.
Sadly the Island is dog free, so we had to leave Kelvin and Abby with a friend for the day, but they would have loved the day out if they were allowed.
Of course we headed straight for the cafe where I had a very pleasant cream tea, Caitlin meanwhile practiced feeding/ covering her baby brother in as much chocolate biscuit as possible.
The Island were hosting an orienteering day, so we headed to their tent to get our map, instructions and "dabber". The dabber is a little gadget that you swipe over teh check points to log your timings.
We chose the medium level trail, which should have taken us a maximum of about 45 minutes. The trail led us up the path by the church and we followed a lovely scenic trail through the trees, while Aidan attempted to climb every tree possible.
You may or may not know that the Island is famous for its red squirrel population.
The squirrels were out in abundance, but were way to speedy for us to get a really good picture. They were sooooooo cute and frisky.
Half way into the trail we stopped for a snack, where I sat with Elliot, while the others went to investigate the maze. Little did I know that as I was sitting there I was being eaten alive by insects. It was that evening and the next day when I puffed up like a balloon with a hundred or so nasty little bug bites, ouch! Poor caitlin managed to get bitten all over too, to the extent that I had to explain to her new teacher that her head scratching was not in fact nits, but actually bug bites.
After a very nice wander around, we found a pile of kids games, and enjoyed some impressive over weight mummy skipping, not a pretty sight.
We ran a dramatic dash to the finish of the orienteering course, but sadly it was to no avail. Our time was a very pathetic 3 and a bit hours. In fact I think we were so rubbish that the orienteering chaps were struggling not to laugh at us. They did admit that ours was definitely the worst time of the day ( and I suspect they meant the worst time ever).
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