Visited Dorchester where they have a small castle that's now a museum. I ran around investigating and selected a double-ended helicopter from the shop but will have to go back for all the other stuff I want. 
There's roomfuls of medals, flags, silverware, guns, bombs, swords, Hitler's desk and some extremely earnest yet elderly curators who follow you around talking at you whether you want them to or not. 
Over the road was a good swingpark with hills, bandstand, cafe, waterpark, exercise area, slides etc, can we move it to near our house please? A splendid place to stop off and stretch your legs if you're driving to Cornwall, for example.
Attacked with vigour the obstacle course in the beer garden of the Sun Inn after lunch.
Next visit: Maiden Castle. Not so much a castle as a 4th Millenium BC hill fort, every time you climb one escarpment there's another 2 behind it. 
Grandma zoned out in the car while we stormed the battlements. There's nothing much up there except nettles and thistles and sheep but there were the remains of a 4th century temple used for pagan rituals, looking forward to some Puddle pagan rituals soon.
Then home for more golf and to dig up primroses and cowslips from the upper orchard to transfer to our garden. 
After a decent supper (including my favourite, custard. But this custard was warm for some reason so I don't like custard any more) the GParents were too busy talking to obey my every whim so went off in the only sulk of the visit. Missing my Chief Slave Jof.
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