Not a Good Day but we got to Shitterton.

Wow, what an awkward and really weird day.

Firstly the weather varied from 8 degrees to 15 degrees every 15 minutes.

Cloudy - sunny - cloudy - sunny.

We travelled to Burley and got lost because we had no God damned internet for most of the day.

How do you find directions when you cannot get onto the internet to find maps!

We did finally get there and boy it was cold! There was one coffee shop open so we headed in for Dorset Apple Cake and Coffee ( coffee was A+++) we wandered around for a bit and quickly had enough plus we asked a young girl in the coffeeshop how to get to Tintagel and she told us that she had never heard of the place.

OH LORD.

In the car and across the bottom of England we went.

We finally found Shitterton - the beginning of our naughty adventure.

Shitterton consisted of a small turn off which was very easy to miss and a few streets and it all smelt a little of fresh poop while we were there!!??

So, we took photos and headed out to find the Cerne Giant.

It was about an hour to get to him and by that time it was FREEZING.

The wind was up and there was no way we could really record anything worthwhile.

But, we tried.

It's hilarious.

It was so cold that we could not hold the cameras still and everyone that stopped to look at the naked man with an erect willy, left.

There was just us and a bus load of elderly people, who were not allowed to get out of the bus, sat sipping their cups of tea and looking at a man with a hard on.

Then a huge drive to Tintagel (yes, we found it) by which stage it was raining, cold and all the shops were now closed.

We crawled in and were shown our room - all good but the toilet was positioned so close to the wall that anyone with an sort of weight on them would have had to sit down with only one cheek on the toilet seat as the other was not going to fit.

But, it was time to sort out what the hell was going on with our phones.

Finally we worked out that the numbers had to be authorised and that we only had one of the small cards with an authorisation number as the other one was thrown out by the girl that had served Anne at the airport. Tomorrow we need to find a shop to rectify it.

It looks like it it is still windy we will not be going over to the ruins as we will not be able to cross via the walkway.

So, we will visit the old cemetery on the blustery hilltop and go shopping.

We are so tired we are not even getting dinner tonight.

It will be an early night and we will try for a better day tomorrow.

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