Lockdown Day Whatever

The country turned green and overgrown incredibly quickly this year. I’ve barely heard a lawnmower buzzing or smelled the sweet aroma of freshly cut grass. The air is clean and clear, and the white cliffs of the Isle of Wight and Old Harry Rocks are looking sharp. Bournemouth is a nice place to be when the sun shines.

This summer might be the best in Bournemouth ever, if the weather holds, the virus steers clear and the day trippers get the message that we’re closed. Everything was cancelled yesterday through to the end of August. Food and music festivals, fairs and the Air Show have all bitten the dust.

Hoteliers, retailers and the tourist industry will all disagree with me. So will the language schools for foreign students which is another key part of the local industry. For them, it will be the worst summer ever, bar none.