It was raining first thing this morning, but by the time we’d got up, dressed and had breakfast, the sun was coming out so we decided to got out.
Where to go was a bit of a toughie, as we’ve been to most major towns within a ten mile radius, but Hubby hit on the idea of following a main road where we usually turn off and go to a town we have actually been avoiding.
We’d tried to find the town centre when we were house hunting, and more by luck than judgement actually located a car park that put us in the vicinity of Estate Agents.
The thing was, that day it was chucking it down, all three of us got drenched so didn’t walk very far, and we were using the car as a mobile tent at the time.
Trying to find our way OUT of town was a nightmare, and as for asking directions, even the locals didn’t know where they were or where to send us.
Things have improved a lot since then, for a start we now have a street map!
Finding the same car park was a doddle, and it did indeed place us behind the town centre shopping precinct.
Even better, there was a Farmer’s market on so it was pretty busy.
Two things were very apparent today though.
One, there are so many food outlets, you would never starve, and two, there are an awful lot of Pound Shops in the town centre.
Not just a major chain, but a variety of outlets where everything is £1, or just 99p, including food.
We took advantage of that and had a smashing bacon baguette each which we shared with her ladyship (I ended up with mostly bread and then got mugged by the pigeons).
A catering van was selling pork, apple and stuffing rolls for £3.50 further down (not such good value as our baguette by the way), but with tea at £1 and somewhere to sit, we settled down to people watch and enjoy the street entertainment.
A young guy was tossing three flaming torches into the air, another was sitting inside a marionette of an old man playing a banjo, a young girl was singing to a backing track of acappella voices (she was brilliant) and we saw a human statue similar to this one.
These were very popular several years ago in Skegness, ranging from crinoline ladies with parasols to queens and emperors. How these actors can stand so still on a podium for so long without falling over or losing their concentration is beyond me. You put a coin in their box, and they move, a small smiling gesture or wave of thanks. It really is effective and you honestly believe they are made of stone, their make-up is so realistic.
Maggie has been as good as gold for us, and true to her name, has been a magnet for people to fuss over her.
As we were eating our lunch, a guy passed us and said ‘I’ll give you fifty quid for him’.
Hubby replied ‘No chance, not even for fifty million’ to which the response was ‘That’s what I like to hear’. (It’s funny how most strangers think she’s male, unless of course it was an offer for Hubby and I missed my chance!)
It’s not the first time someone has wanted to buy Maggie from us.
In the opticians last month a couple said if ever she needed a new home, they’d take her.
When she was a puppy, we went down to Poole Quay for Bike Night. The idea was to get her used to large crowds and noise, allowing her to follow her natural curiosity.
It was a weekly event, the roads were closed, and the quay full of motor cycles of all descriptions. There was never any trouble, and bikers came from all over the country to attend and compare chrome.
We were approached by a huge tattooed bald giant dressed in black (and tight) leather trousers and sleeveless waistcoat.
He was so taken with her, he wanted to swap his most prized possession for ours.