I love Poole in Dorset (where my mother was born) and have always been intrigued by the place’s coat of arms, with its heraldic dolphin and three shells – I thought they were cockles, as the town history trail is called the cockleshell trail, but Wikipedia says they are scallop shells. So I thought I would write a post about it, and share my images of three “sightings” of the arms. (more…)
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I love Poole in Dorset – and I remember visiting Poole Park as a child on holiday, but I hadn’t really given it a proper inspection until this summer.
We had fringed the southern bank of the lake on a walk from Baiter two years ago and you can see the blog post here: Poole Park: Beyond the silver tree.
But this time, starting from the same point in Baiter, we walked right around the other three sides of the lake that makes up the bulk of the park’s area (which is 110 acres or 45 hectares). A map may help us find our bearings… (more…)
I am still catching up with my travels in September so I hope you will bear with me as I share some images of my favourite place – Poole in Dorset. I have been there so many times that I have already taken pictures of the main landmarks (see the links at the end of the post) – but this time I was snapping anything I fancied as we walked through the colourful back streets. (more…)
I sometimes think I am the only person in the world who cares about the beautiful Barfleur car ferry, seen so often going in and out of Poole Harbour in Dorset, as she shuttles back and forth to Cherbourg in France. And I am probably the only person who thinks her beautiful!
The Barfleur has been missing for a couple of months (more…)
Although this post is about where the saying “warming the cockles of my heart” comes from, it is also all about cockles – and my most memorable food moment of last year. It’s hard to believe, but that highlight was a small bowl of the most wonderful cockles I have ever seen.
It was late July and we were at the Guildhall Tavern in Poole, Dorset, one of our favourite French restaurants. The cockles on offer as a starter were so fresh, said our host Severine, that they were not even on the menu yet. (more…)
We have holidayed in Poole in Dorset so many times now, and often walked along the edge of the harbour in the Baiter leisure area, but until this summer we had always turned back when we reached what I call “the silver tree” at the end of the car park.
But this time I looked at the map and worked out we could carry on and end up doing a round trip back to the quay via Poole Park and the town centre. This is (more…)