We went to Portland once. We were staying in Weymouth and decided to take a drive. The weather was awful - it was pouring with rain and really windy. Anyway, when we got there, no-one else was around, the pub was closed, light-house wasn't open and the kids wouldn't get out of the car because they'd get wet. Anyway, just as we were about to leave, hubby decided he needed a number two. He parked the car by the public loos and disappeared for a few minutes. Anyway, needless to say, my now teenage kids associate Portland as the place where Dad had a poo!