Bournemouth: My Day

R left early for London to avoid the worst of the B of the E. Clear up, procrastinate, watch the snow fall.

G wants to get bread without me .... no way. Finish my cold beetroot soup, and enjoy a slice of pumpernickel with cheese and gherkin. Get ready, pull out my every 5 year snow boots.

Walk on lovely white soft dry virgin snow fo bus to Westbourne, have hot chocolate and buy 2 ’of the probably finest baguettes that exist in the UK. And a couple of things in M&S and Tesco.

Then note traffic is suddenly GRIDLOCKED both ways. Read later everyone had the same idea and headed home at precisely 3pm. And at 7pm seems to be even worse. ‘Red’ roads everywhere.

No point waiting for a bus. Start the 2 km pleasant walk home, main road, down past the main shops, through the Lower Gardens, then up a (not slippery) slope.

We pass kids snow-balling, foreign students bemused by the snow, youngsters tobogganing down the hill .... finally back home, covered in snow and with ruddy red cheeks.

Fortunately the Dorset Blind Dinner tonight has been postponed, so will shortly snuggle under the duvet and see what’s on TV.