Today is my birthday. The weather has responded by being overcast and damp. After breakfast we took the 24 into Bournemouth. In view of the weather, a town visit seemed indicated so when the Salisbury bus appeared we boarded it.
The road to Salisbury is quite pretty, with countryside and picturesque villages and hamlets, and thatched cottages. At Salisbury we took a few preliminary photos and then stopped for coffee at Caffè Nero.
In honour of my birthday, I have bought myself a silver bracelet. Tigger bought me a new purse as my old one, bought in Cork, needs a clean.
For lunch we have come to Café Monde on Market Square.
After looking around Salisbury, we took the Bournemouth bus but with the intention of bunny hopping on the way back. Our first stop was at Fordingbridge. What can I say about this? It might once have been a charming small town, with the bridge that no doubt gives it its name, but today the constant roar of through traffic and the consequent difficulty of crossing the streets turns the place into a disaster. You would not have to put up with more noise in the centre of London from cars and heavy vehicles thundering through. I soon lost interest in the place and looked forward to boarding the bus again.
The bus eventually came and our departure from Fordingbridge felt like an escape. Our next stop was at Ringwood. The traffic was not as bad here but, on the other hand, we saw little to engage our interest, though we did stop for coffee and cake at Reeves bakery. Then we fell back in good order to the bus stop to await the X3 once more.
On the way back to Bournemouth, we discussed what to do. It was around 5pm and therefore rather early to have supper or to go back to the hotel. On the other hand, the weather was dull with light rain, not conducive to exploring on foot.
We decided to take a bus ride and boarded the M2 to Poole, but on arriving there we felt disinclined to wander around looking for food. Poole is not our favourite town. So we got straight onto the bus back to Bournemouth, or “Bomo”, as Tigger calls it.
We missed out on an Indian meal yesterday so we were that much keener to have one today. We disembarked in Westbourne and undertook a survey of Indian restaurants. We found three and plumped for the third, the Westbourne Tandoori Restaurant as they had vegetable thali on their menu.
The food was good and we enjoyed it. The only hiccup came with the hot towels: the waiter brought on a trolley but stopped short of our table and went off to take someone’s order. When he eventually brought us the towels they were of course only lukewarm.
Buses to our hotel are one an hour and we had missed one so we set out on foot. It’s not very far and the post-prandial walk was probably a good idea in any case.