This morning we had a leisurely breakfast then walked to the nearby railway station and caught the train to Poole. Once again we went through town after town of brown , light, medium and dark , houses and other buildings, occasionally with some white. Boring conformity.
It took us a little while to work out how to get out of the railway station at Poole onto the right road. The map and the ground were a bit hard to reconcile with roads and freeways over other roads but we got here ok.
We are staying at a quaint old pub which has 3 small rooms up narrow windy stairs. We were unimpressed by the menu of burgers and chips for lunch so walked 50m down the road to another pub and had a lovely lunch. We then walked to the ferry terminal from where we will catch the ferry to France tomorrow. On the way back we decided a taxi was the way to go. We found a Sainsburys and bought breakfast : grapes, rice crackers, goats cheese and cashews.
Dinner was at the Angel, our lunch venue. Again we had good food in very pleasant, friendly surroundings. We chatted to the cook, ( who was quite happy to halve 1 meal for us both) about his time working at the Royal Life Boat Institute school down the road. This brought back childhood memories. Every year we received a Christmas card from my fathers sister and her family put out by the RLBI. The one problem with Poole is crossing the roads. The locals drive very quickly, specially around corners, the pedestrian crossing lights take ages to change and on these the only green, go, sign is on the post near the preess button. Easy to miss.
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