I have no idea where I went. It was a pretty place, with lots of rocks and it was by the sea. Right by the sea. (Why I say that as though it's special I have no idea. I've lived right by the sea all my life.)
This place was somewhere in Dorset, past the Puddle's and past the Piddle's. I think we went through Dorchester at some point, and then we were in this place.
This is the place we went to. It is pretty, huh? There were a lot of flies around that seaweed, which made me want to run away and scream. A lot.
...And this. It made me love the world a little bit.
There were lots of rocks. Have I said this? Here I am... With some rocks. And some noisy people who scared me and made me think rocks were going to fall down on them and I'd have to try to be brave and get past the fly infested seaweed to save them.
Luckily, that didn't happen.
I did find some rocks though. Rocks with things in. I was the champion of finding rocks with things in. My mum wasn't too great and my step dad was just terrible.
We also found a stick at one point, and I'm not sure how it happened.
But now that stick lives in our utility room, next to the drier and a pot of string.
If you have a clue where I went, that'd be helpful. I would ask the parentals, but I have a feeling I should know where I go and then that'll just make them think I'm stupid. I'm not. I'm just very unobservant at times.
Also, the place I go to in February will be very INTERESTING, with lots of lovely things. It's called Rome, and I hear it's pretty old or something. Should be quite the adventure, huh?
Lorren
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