I have collected a whole plethora of tourist information as I don’t want to miss a thing while I am on my adervtant break. I certainly don’t want to return to Wolverhampton thinking “Shudda, Wudda, Cudda”
As I am a martyr to my (whisper) bowels, it was very reassuring to find these award winning “conveniences” in Christchurch and to see that this year they have surpassed on their 2009 performance!
I liked Christchurch very much, however I found my sense of reality was challenged by two experiences ….. first I saw this young Medieval lady selling her medieval wares. I pinched my left thigh several times, leaving a bruise, to make sure that I hadn’t inadvertently stumbled through an invisible vortex, that had somehow transferred me into a different time dimension in a Dr Who type way. Lucy looked at me scornfully and said “You watch too much tele Darrell.” and tutted.
Then I saw a seagull on a hippo in the boating lake……..
This time I decided to keep my observations to myself …… but pondered upon the thought that perhaps with global warming, hippos were now migrating and starting to colonise Dorset.
It certainly didn’t seem to bother the swans, but there again, animals do tend to take things in their stride, without fuss.