The Bournemouth Pier dates back to the 1850’s, when a wooden jetty was built out from the growing seaside resort. It was extended during the 1890s, demolished during the Second World War, rebuilt and refurbished to its present configuration. I’d been planning a trip to see it for a month, but only found time today (after joining Poole’s Leisure Center and attending a luncheon, keeping resolutions). The weather couldn’t have been better, clear and calm after the weeks of storms.
The beaches were filled with walkers, taking pictures and holding hands in the gathering dusk. The sunset was as good as any in Key West or Italy, rich and red against the languid cobalt sea.
I strolled the boardwalk, ate traditional haddock at Harry Ramsden’s, and talked with folks huddled in the beach huts.
But mostly I watched the changing light, listened to the waves, and soaked up the peaceful evening.