I did think I’d taken some reasonable photos of our trip into Poole. It was a lovely sunny day and the skies were blue. However, when I got home they looked washed out and grey. Fortunately, this photo taken as we were leaving, moving along, through the car window, came out much better!
As with last week’s day out, things happened spur of the moment and not entirely to plan (as I’ve said before, when do they go to plan in this blog?!). We’d driven over to Poole for my husband to look at a car. He’d phoned prior to us leaving to check it was still available and arranged to meet the sales guy, told him how long we’d take to get there (best part of 2 hours). However, he forgot to take his phone with him so we missed the phone call and text message to say that the car had been sold as we were mid-journey. After delivering the news they didn’t suggest we look at any other cars they had in stock, so we decided just to leave, cut our losses and have a look around Old Poole instead. Good choice!
The harbour area is lovely. The views are stunning. The seabirds, as you may have seen in my previous post, were eyecatching and entertaining. Lusting after the yacht-age in the harbour was mouth-watering. Imagining living in the amazing water-side houses was good fun. So, forget about cars, take a trip down to the water, a wander around town, eat fish and chips and be happy! We will be back!