Wild horses and beach huts

This weekend I achieved an unwritten goal by exploring Bournemouth beach and taking a long-awaited picture of their famous beach huts. It was a magical adventure that I didn’t anticipate. I mean… who knew we had thousands of wild horses running around the UK? I didn’t. A mere 90 minute journey from my current home and I felt like I had transported to Spain or arrived on a holiday adventure where there were palm trees and sunset for days. Bournemouth has all of that, and more. It’s likely that I haven’t covered everything about this trip today but I hope to unpack in the following weeks. Now back to this magical day of adventure…

The day started with a good old trip to Starbucks. It was a long week, and a rough night so I was definitely in need of breakfast and a nice coffee.

Once we accomplished that we set off on an epic road trip into the New Forest. First stop, Burley.

A quaint little town on the edge of the New forest with patches of lavender and wild horses roam free. It was stunning, and the weather wasn’t bad either. I struggled to wrap my head around the fact that no one owned the 20 horses just running around together, mingling in cricket matches, playing chicken on the roads (actually), and photobombing wedding pictures. It was like something out of a fairytale to me.

Compounded by a stroll through some dry patches of a hill and forest where a dark brown stallion came galloping towards us as I stopped to take a video of the beauty.

Being wild it had flies hanging around but its eyes were endearing and I so wanted to give it a big hug. As if this would be in any way realistic… it was like being in a dream. Shortly after we stopped by The Queen’s head after a brief look around some local shops that in many ways seemed dated with pattern carpets and dusty sparse-looking shelves. As small as this town appeared, the crowds gathered and our time in Burley was complete with a small stint of Morris dancers and a trip to The Queen’s head for my very first glass of pink gin.
Next stop for the day took us to Lyndhurst, which was by far a bigger town and just as busy. Having a quick bite to eat we picked up some local rolls and climbed to the top of this hill to take in the view of horses, more sport, and family days out.
It was super peaceful.
I missed out on sampling the new forest ice cream, which I hear is epic and tastes like frozen clotted cream. I am sure another trip will ensue for this review…
Bordering on 4 o’clock we had covered a good amount of attractions today, and just as the sun decided to appear from the clouds we made our way back to Bournemouth beach. The results were not disappointing… as I continue to learn and discover more about myself in this journey of life, I’ve learned that I am a huge fan of the beach and sea. There is something so calming and evoking about sitting by the sea and taking a moment to breathe from the busiest of life that ignites my soul.

I can’t wait to share more about my epic trips, thoughts, and adventures… I hope this inspires you to explore and discover more of our beautiful country. Stay tuned for next week’s post on Thai food and lavender fields.