Frank’s theme this week is City and I thought Oops, I don’t have any pictures of the city, so I might have to pass this week.
Then I thought…………………………..
I have never actually lived in a city, though have visited several and confess I didn’t like the hustle, bustle, traffic and crowds much.
Poole is my home town, and although not a city, when I worked in the town centre, it was pretty busy! Come holiday time or rush hour, it could take as long as an hour to get home!
We lived 2 miles away and on a nice day I could walk into work along the harbour road.
Poole Harbour is the largest natural harbour in Europe, though to me it should now have the accolade of being the largest natural harbour in the world since Sydney Australia added to theirs by default sotospeak.
Poole is also home to Sunseeker, and the sight of those yachts on the quay (yep, these are all my pictures) is quite awesome. Our 41 foot narrow boat would have fitted three or four times into one of these smaller gin palaces.
When we moved away in 2007, the second lifting bridge was still in the planning stages.
We were therefore quite excited at seeing it when we visited my Mum on Sept 4th 2016.
What we saw in reality was not what we had envisaged.
My shots were taken alongside a car park with the Twin Sails up then being lowered after the yachts had passed through to the harbour inlet. The road layout had been totally reversed from as it had been when we left, so it was a bit of game trying to get there, let alone on it!
Mum bless her, had no idea where she was, but was happy to being taken out for a ride. This actually turned out to be the last time we took her out as by the end of that month she had been placed in a care home.
Boat city? I like the series of shots of the sails going down. Being your mom’s last road trip the photos must bring back bittersweet memories.
They do Trent as the next time we were able to visit was in December when she wasn’t well and asleep in her room. She was taken into hospital with a broken wrist on Christmas Eve and although I was able to speak to her several times and wrote my letters as normal but to the hospital, she died on January 18th. She was 95 and had dementia, but that last phone call she knew who I was. I have some precious memories, many of which are here in my blog.
Memories are important and can make us smile.
Hi Jackie.
Indeed they can and I have some lovely ones
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