The Needles

Summer for me consists of short and sweet trips to the Isle of Wight; what is not quite so short and sweet however, is the journey. After a few months the heat began to rise, and so did my frustration of taking badly air conditioned, overcrowded and delayed trains. It was time to mix it up and pay the extortionate price to take my car over to the Island.

Luckily once you arrive all the frustrations of travelling melt away as you drive round the beautiful coastlines. The advantage of taking my car across the water meant that my Island Boy and I could venture away from Cowes and explore a little.

For many when you think of the Isle of Wight, the first image to pop into your head is the white rock 'Needles'. Despite being a frequent visitor of the island I had not seen them yet. So my request was to be a proper island tourist for the day, despite Finn's initial reluctance.

Once you arrive at Alum Bay to park you are still not quite there, so we set off on a 2 mile walk to take in the scenery. 

After reading all the historical information it was time to see the money makers...

and take touristy photos of course...

On our way back to Cowes the weather began to clear, so stopped off in a quite little village called Newtown for a walk and to look at the natural harbour there.

Isn't it just quaint? I can imagine an Isle of Wight version of Dawson's Creek being shot here...

So many more places on this little Island to explore, any recommendations for where i should go next?

Whitsand Bay

A couple of months ago when summer was at it peek. England had glorious sunshine everyday and the world was a brighter and happier place. It didn't take long for me to become bored after being back in my full time summer job as a waitress. Being unable to enjoy the sunshine was so frustrating I resorted  to booking a few days off and headed back down south for a few days to catch up with my favourite uni girls.

I arrived and we filled each other in on our summer stories to date, which mainly consisted of work gossip and moaning about minimum wage, however we decided a day at the beach was what we needed to forget all our troubles.

We set our alarms nice and early so we would beat the mad rush, and arrived around half past 8 and no one could be seen. We picked our spot, sun creamed up and went back to sleep for a little bit. 

Once the warmth of the sun woke us, the beach was still all ours we felt like cast aways.

Glamorous ones of course.

Out came 'Wilson' for some volleyball, while no one was around to see how terrible we are.

Once the Lifeguards we thought it safe to go for a paddle.

The water was surprisingly warm and we ended up acting like mermaids for the rest of the day, discussing how long we could last on a desert island.

It was a beautiful day with my beautiful friends, and unfortunately the closest we came to a girls holiday this summer. Who needs to go away when you can have days like this in England?