The Calm Before The Storm?

It’s been a very fleeting few days in Poole for Lu and Nigel, but they’ve certainly collected enough sand between their toes …….

…… and taken in an ample sufficiency of invigorating sea air and views to, hopefully, carry them over to next year.

Yesterday, after perusing the odd charity and gift shop in town, flask in hand, they embraced a chilly but bright Boscombe beach from a perfectly positioned bench.

It was, Nigel said, totally blissful, as they sat in companionable silence, lost in the lapping of the waves, disturbed only by the odd squawk of a hungry seagull, wondering where all people with chips had gone, it now being out of season…….

….. as they reflected on the coming few weeks, when once December hit, they knew that they would hit the ground running.

Then, saving the best till last, they spent an hour or two at Sandbanks, with a cafe (sadly closed for their visit) so posh that they serve goujons instead of chicken nuggets, quiche in a basket and fish finger wraps in the summer.

The beach, Nigel tells me, has the most beautiful, soft, golden sand that it would put any Caribbean island to shame ……..

…… but perhaps it’s not the place to find a holey stone or piece of sea glass as Darrell had requested, if, Nigel happened to spot one or tuther,  however the little fella did manage to find some very lovely shells instead.

Then there was the stunning view over to The Needles on the Isle of Wight. In the ebbing sunlight it was all too wonderful for words ……

…… the memories of which will hopefully help keep them sane in all the Christmas brouhaha to follow on their imminent return to “real life”.