Bournemouth is, by British standards, a relatively new town. It celebrated its bicentenary in 2010 just as my other home, Mexico, was celebrating its own Bicentenario, So the list of great and good that have called Bournemouth home isn’t as lengthy as many other towns and cities. But what Bournemouth lacks in quantity, it more … Continue reading Jane. Of Bournemouth.
I like all four seasons. Even winter. Although it goes on far too long. Could we not ban winter from continuing past January 2nd? We could have a referendum on this subject, just like Brexit. Based on stuff and nonsense, just like Brexit. And be as grounded in fact and reality as Brexit. I don’t … Continue reading Seasons End
The UK version of the pandemic is rapidly turning into a distant memory, albeit a memory that will stay with us all for a long time. I remember well the anxious, edgy atmosphere in London at the end of February 2020 when we went to see the Tutankhamen exhibition. Everything was normal, but we rather … Continue reading Then There Were Two
I’ve posted a lot of photos of Bournemouth Pier. I walk past it several times a week, at least. Sometimes, I post photos of Boscombe Pier. It’s further down the coast, and I pass it just a few times a year. Every year the British Heart Foundation run a Pier to Pier swim event. I … Continue reading Pier to Pier
Spring is the best season in Bournemouth, just ahead of autumn. Winter and summer are both dreadful. The former because it’s so cold, bleak and bloody miserable. The latter because the town swells with tourists, from a population of about eighty thousand up to several billion. Or so it seems. A decent spring, April through … Continue reading Spring Break
Mrs P and I go for a walk pretty much daily. Some walks are a bit further than others. Some routes we do more than others. Most of them involve walking from home, down through Bournemouth Gardens and on to the pier. There is one route we regularly do which is a little further from … Continue reading Property Projects
When I came back from Mexico in 2011, I filled in a hundred or more application forms for all sorts of different jobs. I had several telephone interviews. I had a couple of assessments. And I had one success,at a firm based inside this big brown building. It was an old block called Heron House … Continue reading The Chocolate Box
The Mexile 