Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? Spent most of my time in the woods, chillin’ with trees and critters. But today? Oh boy, Dorridge had other plans for me.
So, I roll into Dorridge, right? First thing I notice is the vibe. It’s all posh and tidy. Like, who knew a small village could look so fancy? I mean, I’m used to mud and leaves, not manicured gardens. I parked my truck on Station Road, and I swear, I felt like a fish outta water.
I’m walkin’ down the High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, all dressed up. I’m in my forest gear, lookin’ like a scruffy lumberjack. Great. Just great. I’m tryin’ to blend in, but nah, I stick out like a sore thumb.
Then, I hit up this café called The Dorridge Deli. I’m thinkin’ a nice cuppa would do me good. I walk in, and it’s all cozy and stuff. But the prices? Blimey! I nearly choked on my scone. Five quid for a coffee? I could buy a whole bag of beans for that! But whatever, I’m here for the experience, right?
So, I order my overpriced coffee and sit down. I’m people-watching, and there’s this old bloke at the next table. He’s got a newspaper, and he’s muttering about the weather. “Bloody rain,” he says. I’m like, mate, you live in the UK. What do you expect?
Suddenly, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave, the one who always drags me into trouble. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the park!” I’m thinkin’, “What park?” Turns out he means Dorridge Park. I finish my coffee, pay the ridiculous bill, and head out.
Now, Dorridge Park is a gem. It’s got these massive trees, and I’m feelin’ right at home. But then, I see Dave. He’s not alone. He’s got a bunch of his mates, and they’re all lookin’ at me like I’m the main event.
“Surprise!” they shout. I’m like, “What’s this? A surprise party?” Nope. They just wanted to show me their new drone. Great. Just what I needed. A bunch of blokes flyin’ a drone over my head.
So, they’re all excited, and I’m tryin’ to be happy for them. But then, the drone crashes into a tree. Classic. I can’t help but laugh. “You lot are hopeless!” I shout. They’re all scrambling, trying to get it down. I’m just standin’ there, arms crossed, smirkin’.
After the drone fiasco, we decide to grab some grub. We hit up this pub called The Forest Inn. I’m thinkin’, finally, some decent food. But the menu? It’s all fancy-pants stuff. I just want a burger, man! But no, I end up with some posh fish dish. I mean, it was good, but c’mon!
While we’re eatin’, I start talkin’ about my day in the woods. You know, the usual stuff—trees, wildlife, the peace. But these city lads? They just don’t get it. “What’s so great about trees?” one of ‘em asks. I’m like, “Mate, you ever hugged a tree?” They all laugh, but I’m serious! Trees are life!
After dinner, we stroll around Dorridge. The streets are all lit up, and it’s kinda magical. I’m feelin’ good, despite the earlier chaos. We pass by the train station, and I’m reminded of how Dorridge is just a stone’s throw from Birmingham. It’s like the best of both worlds.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Typical UK, right? We dash for cover under this awning on the corner of Dorridge Road. I’m soaked, and my mates are laughin’ at me. “You’re a forester, mate! You should love the rain!”
I’m like, “Yeah, but not when I’m dressed like this!” We’re all soaked, but we’re laughin’ and joking. It’s one of those moments you just can’t plan.
Finally, I head back to my truck, exhausted but happy. Dorridge, you’ve been a wild ride today. From overpriced coffee to drone disasters, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I might be a forester, but today, I got a taste of city life. And you know what? It wasn’t