S’cuse the lack of blogging these past couple of days but we’ve been getting used to being back in West Yorkshire and re-establishing a routine, only it was one that didn’t permit time for blogging. To be honest, things have been pretty full-on for the both of us after getting back. Dawn’s up to her neck in it with catching up with work, and I’m not far behind. There’s not much time to enjoy being back at home as I’ve a busy schedule to plan for the next couple of weeks (although some things have already had to slip) – and there’s the small matter of hundreds of pictures to edit and a new article for RAIL magazine to write before i set off on my next odyssey.
The picture editing’s almost finished. You can find the most recent rail, travel and social issues pictures on my Zenfolio website by following this link, which will show you which galleries (there’s quite a few) have been updated with new pictures.
Sadly, we seem to have left the summer behind in Dorset. The weather here in West Yorkshire has been bloody awful since we returned. It’s been cold and today we’ve suffered from torrential rain. On the bright side, the wet weather that prevailed whilst we were away means the garden’s looking lovely!
Tomorrow’s going to be another day spent staring at computer screens as I catch up with editing and writing. If all goes well, I’ll try and get out on Friday as temperatures are meant to rise and the sun’s due to pay a visit. However, nowadays, as climate change kicks in, forecasts are less reliable so things could change. We’ll see…
In the meantime, let me leave you with today’s picture, which is from our Dorset delights. Those of an older generation may feel the view’s strangely familiar but is missing something. Add a lad pushing a bike and brass band music and it may come to you…
Yep. This is Gold Hill in Shaftesbury, better known in popular culture as the hill in the 1973 Hovis TV advert.
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All good things come to an end and that’s what’s happened today with our Dorset holiday. It’s been a fabulous couple of weeks despite the mixed weather. So much so that I’ve not blogged as often as I’d planned as I’ve been too busy exploring and spending time with the family. Fromm my perspective it’s been a great opportunity to revisit some places and discover new ones due as I’ve not had to rely on public transport for a change. That said, public transport (well, buses anyway) seem to be very good down here. I wish I could say the same about the trains but their punctuality and reliability has been poor.
Right now I’m on a train heading to Waterloo as I’m making my own way back whilst the family go by car. Much as I’d have liked to have travelled together all my extra kit (and me) would have made Dawn’s Honda Civic rather ‘cosy’ and I preferred to let her folks have more room. There is a bonus for me – I can work on the train and edit pictures en-route.
The whole family have come away with some very positive impressions of Dorset. People have been very friendly and helpful, plus, the towns and villages are noticeably cleaner and better kept than back in West Yorkshire. As I walked to Wareham station this morning I passed several community volunteers litter picking On the downside, it’s much more expensive in Dorset, but money isn’t everything. Oh, they still love fish and chips in Dorset! Whilst many ‘chippies’ in Yorkshire have closed in recent years, they proliferate down here. When I first moved to West Yorkshire in 2010 Sowerby Bridge boasted 5 chip shops, now there’s just one left. Conversely (as I mentioned in a previous blog) it’s harder to find decent fishmongers down here than it is in land-locked West Yorkshire. Go figure!
Whilst the standard of living down in Dorset is good (you should see how many expensive yachts and floating gin-palaces are moored up around the harbours of Poole and Weymouth) there’s still issues. The railways suffere from vandalism (see my journey here) and antisocial behaviour. Unlike Northern, SWR have a recorded announcement about how violence towards staff won’t be tolerated, which is rather depressing.
12:00.
We’ve reached Bournemouth, where the 5-car Class 444 I’m travelling on has coupled to the rear of another classmate in order to form a 10 car service to Waterloo. The opposite happens with trains heading to Weymouth, which split here. Of all the old railway regions, this splitting/joining of trains en-route is still an everyday occurrence on the old ‘Southern’ whereas it’s a rarity on most other regions.
14:15.
I’ve eschewed the delights of crossing the capital to take a slightly more roundabout way home. Having changed at Southampton Central I’m now on a Cross-Country service to Manchester via Reading and Birmingham. I’ll take me longer than the ‘direct’ route via London but it allows me to travel on routes I don’t frequent as much, such as the one I’m traversing now, which is the line from Basingstoke to Reading. This service consists of a pair of four-car Class 220s and there’s been no problem in finding a seat. A lot were reserved from Southampton but never occupied. I had toyed with the idea of stopping off at Eastleigh en-route but as that railway town was being rained on as I approached I decided to keep going. Besides, the others are already way up the country, having recently passed the Brackley HS2 construction site in Northamptonshire!
One thing I’ve noticed on these railway travels are the amounts of cuttings and embankments Network Rail has installed remote monitoring sensors on in order to detect and predict movements. Most of these structures were built 150 or more years ago, in the days when soil engineering was unheard of. Now, with age and the advent of climate change they’re increasingly at risk.
14:50.
We’ve left Oxford, en-route to Banbury after a pootle at less than high-speed along the Great Western Main Line to Didcot. Seeing the half-completed electrification scheme along the line to Oxford made me think. It would be an easy win for the new Government to show its environmental credentials by finishing this project that was cancelled by ‘failing Grayling’, the Tory Transport Minister of the time. Much of piling work was done and the plans still exist, it wouldn’t take much to dust them off. Then we could get rid of the ridiculous situation where electric trains run from Paddington to Didcot, where passengers transfer to a DMU shuttle to get the last few miles to Oxford.
15:45.
Having arrived at (and departed) Coventry we’re on our way to Birmingham, and this is where Intercity trains on this busy local corridor fall down. Due to a lack of capacity services like this become rammed with people moving between to two conurbations. We become a local train between the two, which isn’t ideal for either set of passengers, although you can see why locals prefer the faster train between the two.
16:45.
Interestingly, the majority of people who boarded my coach in Coventry (Afro-Caribbean families on a day out) were travelling to Wolverhampton, not Birmingham. Having left Wolves the train’s pretty empty! This part of the trip raises my hackles because until the disastrous premiership of Rishi Sunak, I was looking forward to this route and these cramped Voyagers being replaced by a new high-speed railway (HS2). Now, a 90 minute journey between tow of our biggest cities is baked in for decades – unless the new Labour Government has the bravery and the common-sense to resurrect the project.
17:25.
I’m on the final approach to Manchester from Stockport and Manchester is living up to its reputation for rain. It’s grim up North! Now for the walk from Picc to Vic..
Meanwhile, the others are already back in West Yorkshire and half way from the M1 to Huddersfield…
22:15.
Home again! I got back to Sowerby Bridge just before 19:00. Dawn was waiting to pick me up from the station after depositing her folks at their home in Huddersfield. Now it’s time to relax after the long journey – we can finish unpacking tomorrow. In the meantime, here’s a small selection of pictures from the past couple of days.
Stop! Thief! As bold as brass, this cheeky seagull strolled into the cafe at Weymouth station, grabbed a packet of crisps off a stand and legged it without paying!With the earthworks of Maiden Castle in the foreground, 444039 works 1W23, the 11:35 London Waterloo to Weymouth. What’s the point of ‘Gatwick Express’ anymore? Here’s one of their branded units way off piste at Southampton earlier today, before working a service to – Brighton…Southwestern railway were in the football spirit today, with this massage displayed on many of their station displays…
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There’s been too much going on to write a daily blog these past few days. We’ve covered a lot of ground and visited many places. Instead of trying to write about it all I’m leaving you with some pictures of the highlights.
Remember the old Hovis bread advert from the 1970s? It was filmed on this hill in Shaftesbury…There’s a wonderful variety of old buildings in Shaftesbury, incuding this decorative thatched house with added roof decoration.Sherborne is another very attractive town. Here’s the Abbey, which was founded in 705AD. On our way home down a minor B road, we were flagged down to let a wide load past. I never imagined it would be a ‘Battle of Britain’ class loco, number 34053, named Sir Keith Park. Today (Thursday) we took a boat trip from Swanage to Poole and back. It’s a fantastic was to see the Jurassic coast and rock formations like ‘Old Harry Rocks’ off Studland.Old Harry rocks seen on our return trip.
I’ve a much bigger selection of pictures to edit and add to my Zenfolio website, but they’ll have to wait until next week when we return home and I have the time.
Tomorrow’s our last day here in Dorset. We’ve had a fabulous time and the days have flown. I’ve plans to go solo in order to visit somewhere that I’ve not been back to for over 35 years, so watch this space…
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There was no blog from me yesterday as – despite the weather – we were busy. It’s not that we did lots of things, exactly the opposite. We only visited one place, but we were all taken aback by how long it absorbed us and what time we left. Where did we go? Well, the weather forecast wasn’t great, so we decided it would be an ideal time to visit the tank museum at Bovington. This is military, not water (or fish) tanks, and it’s quite a place. If you’re interested in history and military history especially, it’s a fascinating place for several reasons. It’s not just the fact it tells the story of the tank as a weapon, from the original World War 1 machines to the present day, it’s the that it has an amazing archive of recorded stories and paper and physical records of the people who fought (and sometimes died) in these machines. A glorification of war it isn’t.
The museums WW2 German Tiger tank. This machine’s in working order so can be used as part of the annual ‘Tankfest’ event. When you see these monsters close up and compare then to allied tanks of the time, you can see why they inspired fear.
Today (Monday) the weather was even worse than yesterday. The plan was to revisit Weymouth and check out Portland and as time’s moving on I arranged to leave early and do some exploring by rail. Firstly by catching a train from Wareham to Bournemouth before making my way West to catch up with the others. Here’s a couple of pictures from my travels.
Bournemouth station possesses one of the railways great overall roofs, although today’s torrential rain and the leaks it exposed proved that this listed building could do with some TLC! On the left a SWR set has split, with the front train having left for Weymouth, whilst the rear set waits to return to London. On the right a Cross-Country service prepares to return to Manchester Piccadilly.Rather more watertight is the roof over the bay platform at Bournemouth. Here’s 450075 arriving with a service from Winchester. Nearby Poole station’s rather more basic, although it still enjoys a frequent service. 444023 calls with a service to Weymouth.
Having rejoined the family at Weymouth we braved the weather to drive over to Portland – famous for its stone – and lighthouse. None of us had visited before and I have to admit to being rather disappointed, but the weather didn’t exactly help. That said, this view looking back to the mainland and Chesil beach is rather spectacular, even in today’s conditions.
We did drive all the way down to Portland Bill and the lighthouse but when we found that the Crown Estates had taken over the carpark and were charging £3 for an hour we decided ‘bugger that’. I’m sure the Royal purse is well stocked enough without our offering.
Instead, we headed back to Weymouth, a place the family have rather fallen in love with. It’s an interesting mix of old and new. Side streets and buildings dating from the 1600s contrast with a marina full of £ms worth of yachts and motorboats. One things we spotted was this supposed ‘souvenir’ from the civil war, although I have my doubts about its veracity.
Now we’re back at ‘home’, relaxing before tomorrow. The weather’s meant to be at its crappest tomorrow, not that it’s a problem for me as I’m going to have to stay at home and write for a living whilst the others venture out. Let’s see how the day unfolds…
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Yes, I know I’ve skipped from 4 to 6, but there’s a good reason for that! It’s partly because I spent part of day 5 getting some sleep after staying up until 06:30 to savour the election results as they came in. I’ll blog about them separately, but what I will say now is just what a relief it is to finally see the back of the Tory kakistocracy and a return to having adults in charge. Starmer’s only been PM for little more than a day but he’s really hit the ground running, having got his cabinet in place – and with some excellent and unexpected appointments that promise some really positive developments.
The other reason there was no blog yesterday is that much of the day was a washout. The forecast had predicted heavy rain and high winds and it didn’t disappoint! We ventured out in the morning as we’d been lulled into a false sense of security. We sat outside by a large pond in a nearby farmshop/garden centre to enjoy a coffee whilst watching the antics of the massive Koi carp and squadrons of noisy sparrows but by the time we returned to Wareham the rain arrived – and never really stopped. Having completed some shopping there was little for it but to retreat to our rental and relax. Well, mostly relax. Dee had decided to make a meat and potato pie for our evening meal, so kept herself busy in the kitchen. I spent time catching up on editing some of a massive backlog of pictures, whilst her folks relaxed watching TV.
Today’s been different. The sun returned so we planned to be more active, which began with Dawn and I visiting the Saturday market on Wareham Quay. I have to say I was impressed. Rather than being full of cheap tat and ‘bargain’ foods it was a proper market. We bought some gray Mullet from the fishmongers and admired to quality fruit and veg on sale. If we hadn’t got other things to do I’d have been tempted by some of the cheeses or the wonderful artisan breads on sale.
Instead, we came back, picked up Dee’s parents and went for a tour. I’d spotted Studland and the peninsula sticking out towards Poole which seemed like an interesting place to have a mooch around. It contains nature reserves good sandy beaches – plus one of the few chain-worked ferries in the UK. Sadly, when we got there the winds were almost gale-force! A walk along the beach would have seen us sand-blasted in minutes! Still, it was entertaining to watch the ferry operations. This is a busy route between Bournemouth/Poole and Swanage, even buses cross on the ferry.
The wind cut short our stay, causing us to retreat to Studland itself, where we had a drink in the beer garden at the local pub. We’d planned to visit the nearby beach but the weather had other plans. A short but heavy cloudburst changed our minds. Instead, we got back in the car to head West of Swanage. It was just as well as another torrential cloudburst caught us as we passed through the town.
We didn’t give up on the idea of enjoying some scenic views and a country pub, but as the weather looked better the further West you went we ended up at the Square and Compass pub in Worth Matravers. It’s a quirky place popular with walkers as it’s just off the coastal path. This tiny multi-room pub also contains a small museum and extensive gardens with a variety of seating. It’s well worth a visit.
As there was a certain football match on today we didn’t tarry, but returned in time that the family could bite their nails whilst watching England play Switzerland. Fortunately, the match went England’s way. Whilst Dawn prepared food I excused myself to nip out to the station to make the most of the light and grap a quick couple of shots. The railways were in trouble again, some trains were 90 minutes late due to a fallen tree on the line East of Bournemouth. It seems the bad weather that had hit us had also hit the railways.
444009 was working 1W69, the 14:05 London Waterloo to Weymouth. It was terminated short at Wareham as it was running 85 minutes late. Passengers were left to catch a following train which was only a few minutes behind and 009 returned to London as 1W70, the 1753 Wareham to London Waterloo, which would should have been the 17:20 off Weymouth.
Sadly, the weather’s due to revert to heavy rain again tomorrow, so the plan is to visit the Tank museum in nearby Bovington. After that – we shall see…
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We’ve had another great day down here in Dorset, but also one where we’ve not travelled to far in distance, instead we’ve travelled back in time with a trip on the Swanage railway behind the only surviving Southern Railway U class locomotive, no 31806, which was built in 1926. We drove down from Wareham to the Northern end of the line at Norden where were began our trips. First call was the end of the line at Swanage where we enjoyed a wander around the seafront in glorious sunshine but with winds that really took the shine off the seaside. Still, it was lovely in the lee of the wind when you could find shelter and the heat in the sun could come through.
Back on the train we headed up to Corfe Castle and another visit to the Bankes Arms where the sheltered beer garden provided a real oasis. Tempting as it was, we didn’t linger too long as we needed to get home and prepare for the evening as we’d a table booked at a local restaurant. Thai Jasmine (as the name suggests) is a Thai restaurant on North St. I long-ago gave up on trusting restaurant reviews on the internet, I’d rather trust my own opinions, and I have to say, we all thought the food was good. I had the salmon in a rich, spicy sauce (chu chee) which was gorgeous. It was an ideal way to round off the day.
Now I’m back at the ranch, watching the election results as they come in. The BBC’s exit poll suggests a Labour landslide, although the Tories are suggested to cling on to far too many seats (131) for my liking. Reform are predicted to get 13. Let’s see what actually happens…
Ine the meantime, here’s a few pictures from today.
31806 runs round its train at Swanage. I’ve always thought these Southern engines had graceful lines.The remains of the Swanage tramway. Originally standard gauge and later converted to narrow it was used to move stone shipments to the pier Looking along the town beach at Swanage.
01:00
I’m sat here with beer and crisps, watching the election results come in. The first half dozen are in with no real surprises. They’re all Labour holds apart from Swindon South, where Labour’s Heidi Alexander (a talented politician) has made a return. I’m flicking through TV channels where much of the media commentary seems to focus on Reform beating the Tories to come in 2nd place – but ignoring the fact that – if that continues, the exit poll has underestimated the size of the Tory rout.
04:00.
The results have come thick and fast. Reform have gained two more seats – those of Farage and Tice. God help their constituents who think electing millionaires who don’t give a shit about them will make their lives better. There’s a few Tory MPs who’ve survived who were expected to lose – partly due to the fact the Reform vote was meant to be higher. Kemi Badenoch, Jacob Rees-Mogg and Iain Duncan Smith were re-elected. But then Michael Fabricant lost in Lichfield – although I’m not sure if he can be claimed as a scalp by Labour!
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The weather wasn’t at it’s best today compared to earlier in the week. Overcast skies and a persistent wind lowered temperatures to the point where coats were required – although I pretended to be a ‘postie’ by refusing to give up my shorts – come what may!
We had another slow morning which allowed me to begin the process of editing the massive backlog of pictures that I have from the past week (there’s no such thing as a holiday for freelances). In between I amused myself watching the continuing political meltdown of the Conservative party. I honestly can’t think of a more badly run and executed election campaign, or one that’s resolutely failed to move the dial. There’s now no question that Labour will win, now the only question is – just how badly will the Tories do?
But…
Please, don’t fall into the trap of thinking that – because the result is a foregone conclusion – you don’t need to vote. Our political system is ‘first past the post’ which means that someone can quite literally win by just one vote. It’s winner take all. There’s no prize for coming second. So, if you’re tempted to think that it doesn’t matter if you don’t vote as someone else will get your back – please, please don’t. Imagine how you’d feel if you woke up the next morning to see that a Tory has been returned where you live by just a handful of votes – but you’d never cast yours? Also, ignore those people who say that the election’s a ‘done deal’ so you can vote for whoever you like as Labour will still win – because they’re lying to you. That’s not how ‘first past the post’ works either. We vote in constituencies under FPTP, not for lists where votes are transferable to other candidates. It’s the myth the hard left peddle when they pretend Jeremy Corbyn somehow ‘won’ because he got more of the national vote. They deliberately ignore the reality of FPTP and the inconvenient fact he lost (twice) because it’s the number of MPs that matter, not a national number of votes for a particular party. Please, when you vote tomorrow, vote with your head, not with some wishful thinking. We need to see the back of the Tories and right now that has to be the only consideration. After that there’s everything to play for.
Meanwhile, back in Dorset…
We decided to visit Dorchester today, it’s a town I’ve not been to since 2003 whilst the other have never visited. At first the Platts were dubious as they didn’t realise how small it was (just 22,000 souls) whilst expecting something a little more picture-box. But, after I’d guided them around and showed them some of the history and sights, they warmed to the place.
Dorchester has an interesting political history, from the Monmouth rebellion and Judge Jefferies through to the very early days of the trade union movement and the Tolpuddle Martyrs.
Like so many UK towns it’s looking a little shabby nowadays (that’s what 14 years of Government austerity does) but it still has some lovely buildings and interesting side-streets, plus a good number of independent shops.
There’s redevelopment too. Whilst the ‘fam’ nipped into a local cafe for coffee and cake I nipped over to Dorchester South station to get some pictures – and explore the redevelopment of the adjacent Eldridge Pope brewery site, which is massive. It’s a mix of historic old buildings and new -build, and they’re not making a bad fist of it. It’s certainly a good gateway to the town from the station. Plus, brewing on the site isn’t entirely dead, even tho’ Eldridge Pope closed in 2003. Right opposite the station in one of the new buildings is the Copper Street brewery. As well as brewing their own range of beers they sell beers from other local and regional breweries, either in bottles, cans or on draught. There’s seating inside and out, so you can quaff a beer in comfort during your visit.
Inside the one-room Copper St brewery. Colourful Dorset beers…The new Brewery Square development forms the gateway to the town centre from the station.The mixture of new and old at Brewery Square. Original Eldridge Pope brewery buildings given a new lease of life.
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We’ve had another easy but interesting day here in Dorset. Dawn and I were up early as we wanted to buy some fresh fish for an evening meal. Despite Dorset’s long coastline and seaside towns, it’s not as easy as you’d expect. There’s not as many fishmongers around anymore and some we investigated don’t get great reviews. I mean – what the hell’s an ‘artisan fishmonger’ – apart from a poncy name used to charge you more money? The pair of us ended up going over to a fishmonger’s in Poole. It’s only 15 minutes away from Wareham, so didn’t seem to much of a chore. It was OK, but the prices were far greater than the service levels. Nothing was labelled and they didn’t do anything more than flog you fish. If you wanted it gutting or descaling, that was down to you. Despite that, we picked up four very nice Sea Bream. Which we had tonight with a vermouth, lemon and butter sauce.
On out return we picked up Dee’s parents and headed off out for the day. First stop was Lulworth Cove, a place I don’t ever remember visiting before. I may have been here on a family holiday back in 1970, but memories dim after more than half a century – especially when I’d only have been 11 at the time! Lulworth was a lovely place, even though it’s touristy. One can ignore the people and all the tourist infrastructure that’s spring up to cater for them and simply enjoy the beauty of the cove and the geology that’s created it.
Next stop was nearby Durdle Door, another natural beauty. Whilst the light at Lulworth was lovely, it was mostly dull at Durdle. Even so, I managed a couple of half-decent pictures. Dee and I wandered down the steep path to Durdle but it was too much for her parents – hardly surprising at their advanced age – so we didn’t tarry. Instead, we moved on to Weymouth where we drove along the beachfront and visited the old harbour which took everyone by surprise. It’s a mix of active fishing harbour and yachty heaven, lined with eateries and bars. We all rather enjoyed it as we stopped for a drink and watched the world go by. John (Dawn’s dad) realised that it was here that he caught a ferry to the Channel Islands back in the 1960s. Sadly, the boat-trains, ferry and tramway are long-gone. The railway closed in 1987 but the tracks were only lifted a couple of years ago. Nowadays just a short stub is left in situ.
We’d have stayed longer, but we had other fish to fry. Well, not fry, but gut, descale and cook! However, we’ll be back later – this week or next. Here’s a few pictures from today’s adventures.
Lulworth Cove and some of the rock formations which make it such a fascinating place. The massive chalk cliffs and pebble beach at Durdle Door, along with the coastal path which runs the length of this part of the coast. The view’s looking West towards Weymouth. The only remains of the Weymouth Harbour tramway which closed in 1987. The area’s been redeveloped in recent years, but this reminder has been left in situ. A history board on the former platform of the old Weymouth Quay station shows how things used to look over several incarnations.
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We’ve had an easy first day here in Dorset, which has been good for me as it gave me chance to catch up on my sleep deficit after last week’s charity marathon. So, instead of having an action-packed programme ahead of us I suggested a day of gentle exploration. The Platt clan don’t really know this neck of the woods, so the morning was spent exploring the delights of Wareham, wandering the backstreets and discovering what the town has to offer in the way of sights, history and culture. The reality is – there’s rather a lot. Whilst the others took a coffee break in town I wandered up to the station to grab a couple of pictures and reacquaint myself with the area.
A pair of SWR Class 444s pass at Wareham station. The station has a lovely station building which seems neglected by SWR it appears to spend a lot of its time closed and locked-up due to ‘staffing difficulties’.
Having whet our appetites we drove down to Swanage via the delightful village of Corfe Castle. This was no in-depth expedition, more of a recce for the week ahead, showing John, Norah and Dawn what was on offer on our doorstep. Unfortunately, Swanage wasn’t at its best due to clouds and a cold wind, but they got a flavour of what the town has to offer.
On the way back the weather improved, so we stopped off at Corfe Castle for an hour and explored the town. Whilst the family explored the shops I made the most of the photographic opportunities and checked out a couple of the pubs for beer and food choices.
Back at Wareham and whilst Dawn prepared a fabulous evening meal and her folks relaxed, I went for a wander down the town Quay to get some more pictures in ideal light – and check out the pubs!
Here’s a few pictures from the day…
Corfe castle seen over the rooftops of the village.The Bankes Arms, a family run pub and hotel. Not only is it a great building, it also has good real ales and a fantastic beer garden at the rear which backs onto the Swanage railway – and has great views of the castle. The Quay on the river Frome in Wareham has a good selection of pubs and restaurants. Or, you can just sit, relax and feed the ducks…
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