Go to Beer, for a Cider?

The second May bank holiday. Early morning Saturday, standing at Paddington train station, listening to my MP3 player, waiting for the platform to be announced. Platform 5, the usual. There is the common mad dash towards the train by the passengers without seats booked. Suffering from a mild hangover I take my time. I also have a seat booked. Checking my ticket I realise that I am in coach A, which to my delight is the closest coach to the station, just a short stroll for me, while the other passengers rush along vieing for the best available free seats.

Anyway, after what seemed like a short 2 hour journey, I arrived in Cardiff central refreshed and ready for a weekend of camping. Sarah and I decided that we would set off after a couple of detours and head down to Exmouth. With my fantastic new driving license, a pink EU UK one, Sarah handed me the keys and we set off with only a tent and our spare clothes (as well as our sleeping bag, doona, some food and a few other things). Off we went, down the M4 till we reached the M5 and the slow moving traffic. Aparently some other people had heard that there was a long weekend on aswell. Rain and sunshine greeted us along the M5 and it was only a short journey till we reached the beautiful area of Dorsett. From there we went on to Exmouth and the sandy windy coast.

The kite surfers were making the most of the windy conditions and after a nice walk on the beach we headed off to a nice camping ground and set up our tent in one of the only remaining places in the field. Before we set up the tent we did not however get off to a good start with out neighbours. We had to ask them to move their car and the lazy sods were quite adamant that they were not going to move it. But in the end the westies gave in, as I really knew that they were just bullshiting. So after that we decided to keep more to ourselves rather than spend more time with the westies.
I thought that the campsite would be great, however during the night the weather decided to turn. Howling winds, driving rain were apparently the order of the night, but I wouldn't really know as I was sound asleep, snug as a bug in a rug. I did wake up for a while, as someone nudged me but it didn't take me that long to get back to sleep.

Sunday started out a bit miserable, with a bit of light rain, but after we set out and visited the donkey rescue farm and then started to head out off towards Beer the sun, and myself, saw this as a decision from sun gods and they started to shine, so by the time we arrived in Beer we were able to head straight down to the beach and laze about for a while.

Camping in Beer turned out to be a thououghly enjoyable experience, with a BBQ in the evening and lots of lazing about. We found a campsite in the Beer Head Caravan Park and set up our wet tent with plenty of sunshine around to dry it out. The throw away BBQ was fantastic to use. It saved a bit on carrying a heap of stuff along to the campsite and it also gave us some fantastic tasting greese burgers.
But with all holidays as soon as the day dawned on Monday it was almost time to head home. As I didn't get as much sleep as Sarah on Sunday night, she set of with the driving first. We headed off back towards Cardiff with fond memories and pledges to return to Beer. BTW I did think that Beer was one of the best ever named towns that I have been to.