A nice morning here and I am reminded of Cadiz in winter in the gardens, note the palms!
I sit through the terrorism debate and applaud the wonderful Tim Farron
I remember that my hero Mary Wollstonecraft is buried here
Along with her wonderful daughter, Mary Shelley, who she never met having died giving birth to her, the sadness of 18th century women's health
I'm sorry these grave stones are difficult to decipher. Read more about them here
After lunch I head off towards Poole
And after tea with JB head towards Boscombe
Which comes into view
I put my feet up at the hotel for a while then go out again to Brewhouse and Kitchen.
Richard is handed Ullage. He starts an apprenticeship next week
Sitting next to the casks, I enjoy my new favourite Wildbeer pogo
Then guess where for dinner? So glad Bournemouth has a branch!
I have walked 15.2 km according to my phone.
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