Today we’re travelling down to Poole Quay to catch the ferry to a treasure island! When I was 5, I thought this secret place was called Bouncy Island! No longer 5 but still, as I step onto this enchanted little Island it takes me straight back to that tender age I loved so dearly for this land has not changed. The Smell of the heath mixed with breezy sea air suddenly fills me with an urge to be the first to spot a red squirrel! But before we take the little path, we notice something sitting high up on a wall gazing out across her empire a peahen no less!
Sitting on a rug listening to birds. Exploring using maps and running as fast as we can to the natural play area where climbing, balancing and jumping are all part of this task! Being very quiet and taking photos of lots of little wild creatures! Taking in the view from every direction and a gentle stroll back towards the port where a cream tea is the essential part of waiting for the ferry back home. Smiling, laughing and simply enjoying Brownsea Island. That’s what we’ve done today. Oh and by the way, I wasn’t the first to spot a red squirrel this time, it was my 5 year old son!