We went to Keyhaven for the afternoon and took the little boat across the water to Henry VIII's impressive (but ugly) fortress of Hurst Castle. It was built to deter would-be French invaders and still looks formidable today.
Teddy isn't sure he's a sea-faring sort of a dog or that life on the ocean waves is for him. He spent most of the 15 minutes we were on the boat glued to L's lap trying to give the impression he does this sort of travel all the time and enjoys the wind blowing his ears and fur around. He particularly felt under pressure to maintain this attitude in the presence of the two other dogs on board, both of whom belonged to the captain: they had a distinct air of casual nonchalance that said "we're old hands at boat riding."
The boat trip across to the castle always adds something to a visit to Keyhaven. Maybe it's because we're an island nation and you're never far from the sea in England.
We walked back along Hurst Spit with views over the Isle of Wight and The Needles.
We had ice-creams on the beach (obligatory in England when by the sea regardless of season or weather) and then headed home for chocolate birthday cake handmade by M (only his second ever attempt at cake and it was very good) and strawberries before dinner at the Chestnut Horse in Easton. A perfect birthday.