|View from our campsite|
|This is the Durderlee Door|
Mama keeps swimming in the sea. I won't go near it. Too cold for me. In fact I wouldn't wash until last night when the warm water came on. Daddy tried to wave a face cloth at my bottom tonight but I was having none of it.
|I might have my shirt off but I'm not going in|
The first few days we lived off tinned soup, sandwiches and fish and chips. I'm starting to wonder if I am being neglected. All this processed food and not washing. I keep asking to go back to Nana's front room. They also make me walk miles. I walked all the way up a cliff from Durderlee door to Lulworth cove yesterday. I haven't seen the pram in weeks. I bet they don't bloody bring it. And where are all my toys?
|Another long walk.|
I do get to see Daddy and Mama all day every day though. But I have learnt to say 'Go away. You are annoying me'.
|The sea. The sea.|