My mum is unequivocally where I get my wanderlust. Dad is a homebird, through and through, but Mum and I are always itching to travel. We love returning to a place but are equally keen on exploring somewhere new. That's how we ended up in Honiton, East Devon for our lunch, in a little cafe just off the high street while attempting to make it to Lyme Regis for the day.

While we wandered around there, popping in and out of shops, we came across an estate agent's window. Having survived the brief heart attack from looking at the unbelievably low prices of houses away from London, we were quite taken with a three-bedroom mews. After a quick chat with the estate agent about where it was and what the deal was, we ended up driving out to see it! 

Man, have I had a busy week! I'm back from the Lake District where I met up with uni friends which was amazing fun but I want to do everything in chronological order so I don't forget anything. So, let's continue with Dorset!

I woke up bright and early (for me) in my small yet surprisingly comfortable bed to a scorcher of a day. I'm pretty sure this was the start of the heat wave the UK was experiencing. Despite being attacked by hay fever throughout the night, I was well rested and enjoyed a simple breakfast on the patio outside the caravan, soaking up the sun. 

As I ate and began to painstakingly smother myself in sun cream, we discussed our plans for the day. Top of the list was a trip to West Bay, or as most of the British public knows it, Broadchurch. 

When I was young - around eight or nine, I'd say - we'd look forward to the summer holidays like nothing else on Earth. We'd wait anxiously for the end of the school year and then we knew it wouldn't be long before we were on the road to Dorset. Caravanning, simple as it was, was made so exciting by my mum whizzing about before we left, packing towels and buckets and spades and all the other necessities we'd need. 

Heading back to Durdle Door this week was a complete and utter nostalgia trip for me.