We were actually pretty lucky with the weather. It was forecast for torrential rain and gale force winds here in the south west but we hardly got wet all weekend, although there wasn’t much escaping those cold winds. When it did rain, we were in a pub somewhere or another. Funny that.
On Saturday afternoon we took our guests down through the gardens in Bournemouth and along the pier. The beach was completely deserted, as you’d expect, but the surfers were out in force. We went for a drink and a bite further down the line to the Harvester pub at Durley Chine, followed by a cheeky quick one at The Cow in Parkstone.
That evening eight of us dined at La Strada Italian restaurant in town. The food, wine and atmosphere was excellent. Sheryl had a massive balloon that sang happy birthday when bashed, and we all sang our own rendition when the cake was brought out. A pretty successful birthday dinner I’d say.
Following that was a couple of drinks in the nearby bars ’60 Million Postcards’ and ‘Bar So’ (Phil later described their cocktail making skills as so-so).
On Sunday we walked around Poole harbour and old town, stopping for a “rain break” in The Antelope pub. There was to be two more pub-stops that weekend. Firstly was in The Hogshead in Westbourne on the way home, and later that evening at our local The Bear cross for a family meal out.
Christmas is only ten days away now. Freaky. We have our work Christmas do at The Pavilion this coming Friday which should be quite a bash - 800 or so party goers with a champagne reception, buffet and casino rooms!
3 comments:
A good read. Enjoy your Works function and a Very Merry and Happy Christmas to you both and all in the UK. Love You. Teif.
Sheryl- Once again happy birthday for the eighth.
Glad you could have some company from the Norton clan.
The UK sounds like one neverending pub-crawl:)
Carry on having fun and keep the updates coming.
Dennis
OOps! what with the Hurman clan arriving here from Canada (even though they were a day late!)- completly forgot! Owe you a cake when you get back! We all look forward to having you home in the (summer for you) winter (for us!) Grandkids are just gorgeous! Tell Steve and great nanny and grandad Hurman (they're definitely good stock!)- we'll look after them this Xmas! Sorry you can't be with us but I know you'll have a great time there in Bournmouth - wish aunty Didi well for us. Hugs and kisses! All our deepest love is sent to you all this Xmas and thank your dad, and Jack and Margaret for the lovely cards they sent us. Don't forget to open the cards I left behind - Wishing you a "White Xmas" (well you might as well while you're there! don't think you'll get in NZ next year. Love - somemothersdohavem! xxxxxxxxxx
p.s. heard the one about the englishman, the scotsman and the irishman?
All died just before Xmas and were not allowed to enter the pearly gates until they could each produce something that reminded them of Xmas
Englishman - pulled an orange out of his pocket - Gabriel asked "how does that remind you of Xmas? - its round like a Xmas bauble - he said. "ok in you go!".
Scotsman - pulled out a bunch of keys - 'how does that remind you of Xmas?' said Gabriel - Listen it jingles! - 'jingle bells jingle bells! - very good said Gabriel.
irishman pulled out a "G"-String! what on earth has that got to do with Xmas? .....................................They're Carols!
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