Yesterday we took Oli back to Bournemouth for his third and final year at Uni. Previously when we've been to Bournemouth we visited the beach to dip our toes in the water, have an ice-cream (me) and a beer (Rog), and generally make a nice day out of the trip. But yesterday, well, we couldn't have picked a worse day to go! It rained heavily almost all day, we could see the River Avon between Fordingbridge and Ringwood almost bursting its banks, traffic in town was practically gridlocked as the Air Show was scheduled, although the start was delayed due to the unseasonally bad weather, but there was still plenty of traffic around. As Oli has lived down there for a couple of years now he was able to navigate us around via back streets and whatever until we reached his new digs. We offloaded him as quickly as we could, although by this time the rain had eased off a bit and was thankfully only a mild drizzle, and then followed our noses to make our way back to the A338 and head off home.
So, many apologies, no nice pictures of Boscombe beach, or my ice-cream or anything else seaside related!
Instead, here are some pictures of my garden, taken this morning on what was an incredibly Autumnal start to the day.