We went down Hythe Pier and watched the train trundle along to the end. We wanted to see the ferry and were not disappointed. We also saw an Isle of Wight ferry and some cruise ships etc. I must say it was darned cold stuck out on the pier but hugely enjoyable doing stuff I have not done in twenty years. From there we had a walk round Hythe town, it's not a huge place so we were soon heading to Lymington another old haunt. We always used to have fish n chips on the marina there on our last night a long standing ritual. So I had cod and chips in fact we all did, us boys large versus Heathers small. Washed down with a can of Rio and not one chip given to the noisy Gulls. Luckily most of them were pestering other people who had been foolish enough to give in to their vociferous begging. The Gulls obviously remembered us and knew we wouldn't encourage them.
After a few hours touring around old holiday haunts we headed home and once again I was asleep only waking when we hit traffic on the M25. Phil took diversionary tactics and we came though some of the worse roads in Surrey I have had the misfortune to ever encounter. Stock broker belt! Me thinks it's broken axle belt. I couldn't sleep again untill safely back on the motor way. Fourteen hours and four hundred miles later I got back into bed and slept for another fourteen hours but this time it had been in the comfort of my bed and not in my wheelchair. I must say our dat trip to the New Forest was a master piece where to next?
|where we parked for some horse pictures|
|Hythe Pier and ferry to Southampton|
|Me enjoying my cod and chips|
|The Pier Train|
|New Forest Ponies|
|Red Jet ferry|