Londoners seeking sun, sea and sand without boarding a plane have long had two obvious choices. Less than two hours by train is Bournemouth, with its sandy beaches stretching miles to both the east and the west. Alternatively, stay on the train till it’s reaches the end of the line at Weymouth with its own … Continue reading Weymouth Bay
I Found Steve’s HolidaySteve, of Mexpatriate fame, likes his cruises. Which is unfortunate because cruising is not likely to be a viable holiday plan for a while. When it is, I suspect things will have changed. For the better or worse? Perhaps he’ll prefer more spacious, less crowded liners. Table service will be the name … Continue reading
This is a special beach, an hour or so down the road from us. It's a beach that has been 6,000 years in the making, and like most beaches it's still 'in the making'. The pebbles may appear to be a uniform size, but as you go up or down the beach they become larger … Continue reading Chesil Beach
Did you enjoy the tale of Benny the Railway man? There really is an urn at Weymouth train station, although you may have doubted me due to the lack of photographic evidence provided. I can remedy that - see above. It's not a remarkable photo but then it is not a remarkable urn. But there … Continue reading Benny’s Urn
Should you ever make it to furtherest point on the South West Trains mainline you'll find yourself at Weymouth. It's a nice enough seaside town with it's olde worlde charm and twenty first century problems. In summer it heaves with flocks of sunseekers, disembarking from trains on the three platforms that bring them in from … Continue reading The Legend of Benny the Railwayman
Once upon a time, large sail ships in the waters around Britain were not an uncommon sight. To say the least. Some contained sugar, spice and all things nice. Others contained cannons and gunpowder. Some contained black folk from Africa, on their way across the Atlantic. All of them were vital ingredients in the growth of … Continue reading The Tall Ship
English weather is what it is. This morning was bright and pleasant. It's now blowing a gale and chucking down rain. Later it might snow. Or be sunny. Who knows? Last week at Weymouth's famed beach it looked like a lovely spring day. But most definitely felt like February. The problem is, even come summer, it … Continue reading Winter Blues
The Mexile 