Yep it does say in the title that’s part 2… That means you should go and read part 1 first if you haven’t done it yet 🙂 Or start from here if you like… whatever! You’re a grown up, I’m not here to tell you what to do :p
Where were we again? Oh yeah on that cliffhanger…
So my sister and I were on our way back to the beach from the Old Harry’s Rocks, when we stumbled into an unexpected situation. A man was standing immobile staring at the rock wall and a woman was seated beside him, weirdly holding something in her arms. Intrigued, we got closer and discovered what was happening. The man was looking at a small dog stuck 4 meters above the ground…
It was too steep for the poor animal to go back up and it was clear that if he tried to climb down he will fall. Now standing at the bottom of the cliff, we realized that a huge puddle of blood was already covering the floor… One dog had already fallen off… The woman was holding him dearly against her chest wrapped up in a jacket. That small dog, despite having at least a broken leg and probably his jaw too, had managed to carry himself to his masters who were at the beach a kilometer away. The man told us that the police was on his way but we insisted to stay and help out as much as we could. We took our sleeping bags and Dryrobe out of our backpacks.
The plan was to use that to catch Boris (that’s how the fluffy dog was named). He was indeed dangerously balancing on a very small ledge in an awkward position. Every time he was moving a bunch of loose stones were falling off, it was looking like he could drop at any time. After a while the police arrived on the beach with their 4×4 and the coast guards as well… on a zodiac! After different approaches they finally managed to safely bring Boris down. Only then I allowed myself to smile a bit at the situation… If you know London’s political scene, I’m sure the fact that a clumsy “Boris” managed to get himself stuck in an improbable place and awkard position will make you smile too 😀
Saving a dog… Done!
Now, back on the beach, we could see the tide rising very quickly. After all, maybe my sister was right to be worried about it… If we hadn’t been extremely lucky to be in the right timing, our expedition to the rocks could had been way more fun, I mean challenging :p
We decided to go back to the Old Harry Rocks but this time following the classic path staying safely on top of the cliffs. It was a really bucolic route, waving through bushes, rabbit’s holes and cultivated fields. We encountered a massive herd of cows parked in a grassless meadow… We told ourselves that if anything, with the way of life we had both embraced we were not anymore responsible for their early programmed death… – my 2 cents of vegan activism – 🙂
We promptly arrived at our destination and even viewed from the top, those rock walls were still so majestic! We enjoyed our time totally alone up there with the sun slowly going down.
Exploring the area we found a small path leading up to a very unappealing forest. We followed it anyway and behind the first few trees covered by massive dead brambles we discovered an incredible scenery… yes again!
The floor was completely covered by short plants with vividly green leaves, lit up by a yellowish light coming from the sunset and filtered by thousands of tiny leafless branches. It was quite magical and really unexpected
What a place! It inspired us to start an impromptu workout using my all time favorite activity… climbing trees! Such a great and fun way to exercise.
After a while my sister called me over, she had found something. It was a small black box with a label saying “Official Geocache” on the top. I then remembered a post from my crazy friend Laura Try (check her out!) about that kind of treasure hunt happening worldwide. It’s a concept where people have to find those small boxes using GPS coordinates given on a website (brilliant idea). The box was packed with random stuff from a pink earmuff to a weird whistle. People are adding their own contribution to the box. I took two massive fluorescent glow sticks and place back one Clif Bar flavour peanut butter, the perfect gift for treasure hunters! (Well… if someone find the box before June 2017…).
Finding a treasure… Done!
We enjoyed our dinner seated on the top of those 20 meters high cliffs with the best view ever on the Old Harry Rock, reflecting on how good life was. As the sun was disappearing below the horizon, we set up our little tent (bought a year and half ago for £17, best real-estate investment ever!). Feeling toasty in our sleeping bags using my Dryrobe to isolate us from the ground, we slept like babies.
Julie being the big sunrise lover that she is was the first one up and made sure I would be a close second. Again what we were witnessing was breath taking… The sun was rising over the ocean coloring the sky, clouds, the water and cliffs with nuances of red, orange, pink and yellow.
Perfect time to throw down some burpees, because that how we roll!
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Morning workout with the sister… Burpees on a cliff edge. Casual. Be weird Be random Be adventurous Be who you are because… Guess what? You're Awesome! ;D #oldharryrocks #cliffedge @british_military_fitness @bmfraceteam @inov_8 @clifbarcompany #clifbaruk @2xu_uk @2xu @dryrobe #sixphysio
On our way back to the beach we saw dozens and dozens of rabbits rushing towards the bushes on the edges of the cliffs as we were getting close enough from them. That’s probably why the dogs from the day before ended up in that sketchy situation. They must have been chasing one of those cute creatures.
Once on the beach looking wilder than ever, we realized we only had 4 hours left before the departure of our bus to London. So we left the wild and beautiful beach we were on behind us and try a shortcut through the land.
Behind one or two small dunes was a completely different terrain. It was a very humid area with a lot of brackens, heathers with their yellow flowers, little trees and small lakes. We saw countless of birds and were lucky enough to observe a hind browsing only meters away from us. That’s the beauty of being in the wild early in the morning.
We made it back to the ferry and we crossed over for free (you only pay one way). We walked on the way to Bournemouth pier with 20 minutes to spare before get on the coach. So we did the only thing left to be done…
And that was it. We were both back on time for our respective evening shifts.
Adventures are the best and that one only cost us £20 in total and 24 hours of our time. But we still came back with priceless memories that will last a lifetime.
Go ahead. Open a new tab and treat yourself with the most rewarding gift, a micro adventure. There is not valid reason not to! You won’t regret it 😉