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If you have no choice but to resort to vast shopping outlets, Bournemouth’s Castlepoint is far more user friendly than most. This is where we drove today for Jackie’s outfit for her niece Rachel’s wedding to Gareth in a few days’ time.
Jackie led the way across the car park to her shop of choice.
I followed slowly, taking in the sculptural railings;
the steps;
the serried ranks of cars;
people loading their purchases before driving away;
and shoppers chatting
and walking about.
I joined Jackie in Evans. While she chose some shoes reflected in this nether mirror,
I allowed myself to be distracted by a full length one,
before taking a multiple selfie reflected in silver balloons from Burton’s staircase, which also afforded a view of
Wallis models below.
From the first floor of this open-plan shared store I watched shoppers passing by
or just taking a rest.
There was even a cyclist
skirting the car park.
When we returned to our car, this Coca Cola can rattled across the tarmac at the speed of Usain Bolt.
On our way home we diverted to Christchurch, parking in the Priory Car Park. In the gardens alongside stands this commemorative sculpture:
Here is Side A;
here Sides B and C;
and here Side D.
A gentleman with a stick made his way along the quayside;
as did a number of cyclists. I didn’t think to ask this gentleman why he carried a spade.
A motorised dinghy sped towards the sun,
and a small group walked away from it.
A dog on a balcony was set off barking. Perhaps it suspected someone may be stealing the boats.
A vessel normally used for visitors’ trips hove into view just before we left,
while a paddle boarder approached from the opposite direction.
Jackie was of the opinion that this gull would have won a knobbly knees contest. It would have been a close call between the bird and the lamppost.
This evening we dined on spicy pizza and plentiful salad. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I started on another bottle of the malbec.