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Great British Myths

The court of King Arthur, the Loch Ness monster, the ‘Good Old Days’ and the British spring of 2018 – all frequently talked about, but never actually seen. Despite the occasional, unsubstantiated rumour of a sighting from persons of dubious integrity, there is no hard evidence that any of them exist. Or have ever existed. They are simply part of British folklore.

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Bournemouth

Just Because…

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Bournemouth

Paola and the Pier

It was a long time coming, and a pretty nasty flight to Heathrow via Detroit. But Paola made it at last, complete with the Settlement Visa stuck firmly in her passport. We overcame Worldbridge and their incompetence and got the documents back. In the end. Now it is time to explore. Ringwood first. Then Bournemouth. I have a very cool trip to London planned for our anniversary.

The stress of immigration left behind. I’ve loaded Skype up with the subscriptions we need to keep in touch with the other side of the Atlantic. Her browser is loaded up with job sites. I’ve bought her three driving lessons on Groupon for the bargain price of £12 – all those years of driving in Mexico City and she never learned to reverse park. Her emergency stop should be superb though. Even if it is known simply as ‘stopping’ in Mexico. My homesick heart has company. And my Flickr account has a new source of material. Yesterdays shots around Poole Quay took me past the 8,000 photo mark.

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Bournemouth

Pier Reviewed

I’m not quite yet living in London. My current residence is just outside of Bournemouth, a seaside town on the south coast, an hour and a half’s drive from London. Bournemouth is a pleasant enough place, which positively throngs with holiday makers and day trippers on warm days in summer. The beaches are amongst the finest in the country.

Bournemouth has a pier too. A Pleasure Pier, to be precise. I like old piers. A walk down one, along the timber planked platforms, is like a walk down through history. Unless you’re on a pier with its own train system. In which case, a ride down one, etc. They are quaint, as old English things tend to be. They are national icons. The Pleasure Pier was invented here, you see.

The first one went up in the early 1800’s, just a stones throw from Bournemouth, over on the Isle of Wight. It is still there, despite the best efforts of the notoriously harsh English Channel. Fire tends to be the most common destroyer of piers, not the millions of gallons of water that constantly lash them. A little ironic. But they built things to last in the old days. The world’s longest pier is in the UK too, stretching some 2 kilometres out into the sea.

But it’s still winter here. Cold, grey and windy. So Bournemouth Pier is quiet. A slumbering giant, with just a handful of hardy souls going for a stroll down the full length in the stiff sea breeze. Or venturing to the Fish and Chip restaurant, another icon of England, that sits at the end of the pier.

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