Monday, August 07, 2006

We be down in Bournemouth

On Saturday evening we arrived in Bournemouth after a four hour, traffic-free journey south from Sheffield. We’re staying with my Grandparents in Kinson, a suburb about 15 minutes drive from Bournemouth town centre, the pier and beaches etc. My Grandparents are stoked to see us and it’s certainly a case of two more bellies to fill for the feeding-machine that is my Grandma.


(above: My grandparents’ place…and Sheryl with my Nan and Aunty Elaine, minus face)

On Sunday my Aunty Angie and Uncle John had the whole family round for a bit of a get-together. The weather was great, albeit a little humid, and it was good to see everyone again. Plenty more new faces and names to inevitably forget for Sheryl.




My Dad has come down here for the week, having taken tim
e off work, so we’ll be getting out and about a bit this week. On Monday we went out to Hengistbury Head and walked along the cliff and down onto the ferry that crosses over to the mainland. This distance between the land is only about 20 metres but the current is pretty strong and it’s a busy passing for boats coming into the harbour so you’re best not trying to swim it. The ferry goes from a little further back from the shortest point so you get a little more for your money. A quid each way – free for babies, dogs, cats and yes, parrots.



After a stroll down the busy beach and a small bite to eat it was back to where we came from and back on the ferry. Instead of walking back along the cliff we thought it a better idea to take a ride on the efficient local transport – the Noddy Train. What can I say? It was green, and we sat in it. On the way home we visited the town of Christchurch (small world isn’t it?) – it was market day so the streets were packed. We got home in time for roast lamb with the most perfect, crunchy, crispy roast potatoes you’ve ever seen.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Roast beef, mushy peas, Noddy?! Don't tell me you've gone native!

Anonymous said...

Yeah, fish and chips always goes down well. Do the peas HAVE to be mushy though?

Here you could try egg-baby, a bolied egg, boiled with a foetus inside or egg fermented in horse urine, seriously (and no I haven't tried it)! So on second thoughts mmm mushy peas. Or you could just go for the chicken curry, it's my preferred option.

Anonymous said...

When is Sheryl going to display her writing talent?Good stuff Dale,well put together.Occasionally the female perspective would be welcome.Love Teif.

Dale said...

Teif, in fairness to Sheryl she is the one keeping the travel journal/scrapbook which you can see when we get back. She'll honour you with her writing talent in good time.