We left early on the Friday morning to avoid the heavy traffic. After driving through rain, wind, hail and sleet, we arrived at our B&B in Brockenhurst. I've come to the conclusion that most B&B's (in the UK at least) seem to be run by eccentric middle aged women. I soon got used to the heavy smell of Lavender and began to relax.
We did a fair amount of walking and chilling out at coffee shops (cold wet weather is good for business it seems). We took a trip to Beaulieu and spent most of the day looking at vintage cars at the National Car Museum, checking out what's left of the Abbey and wondering through the palace house.
We also took a trip down to Lymington and walked down along the quay. On the way back we got drenched in a hail storm. Rather amusing.
One of the guys at work mentioned that when he thinks of the New Forest, the first thing that comes to mind is ponies and poo. The peace and quiet, beautiful countryside and the distinct lack of any MacDonalds or KFC was wonderful, but I too will always associate the New Forest with ponies and poo.
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