On the left side of the road is undulating countryside rolling up towards Eggardon. On the right, the Marshwood Vale is laid out beside us like a patchwork blanket waiting for a picnic.
We cruise into town, pass queues of people at the Electric Palace who've got here early to see The Proclaimers and then down past the marquees for the annual food and beer festivals and on to West Bay.
Seagulls sidle up to children eating ice creams and mums and dad tucking into fish and chips from the roadside kiosks.
Spaniels yank on their leads as overweight owners pant and wheeze and say 'stop pulling.' They might as well be telling the tide not to come in.
Traction engines of all sizes, which have broken free from a nearby steam rally, toot and poot, huff and puff. There is clinker on the road and great clouds of steam as these beasts of the past get ready to return to the showfield.
The Jurassic Coaster bus shimmies through and comes to a halt and two little steam engines pootle past.
The bus pulls away and a large engine trundles by, with Land Rover in tow.
We stop off for a pizza and local cider and then head for home.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x