>>Other fond memories, the inhabitants of the nurses home , the holiday camps beauty competitions...Hey, Mr. Wobbly, Sir, you're either a Briton living in Sweden, or you're a true born-and-bred Swede. If you ARE British, your spelling is nearly as good as FLJ's. If you ARE Swedish, then... Wow! And welcome to Blighty.
Judging from the context of your scribe I'm assuming you're a smidgeon older than me. By the time I got to Poole the beauty competions and formal balls had already gone.
So, assuming I'm on the right right track, you're talking, what?... 1960s?... ish?
And assuming I got my math
wrong, and you ARE younger than I'm thinking you are...
Bummer!
But you're right about the local floozies.
Nice place, innit?
Tug Ken, since them islands caught your eye also, and to paraphrase Tolnedra's Kipling quote, here's the deal...
If ever I should come into a load of dough, I'll bung a few ££££ your way just so... 1) you gets to get your caravan back again, and 2) gets to bring yourself and your tribe over here and see them islands for real.
One of the Captains of all those pleasure-trip boats touting for business on the harbour really looked like he knew his stuff. He even had a load of stripes on the end of his cuffs. I'm looking at my wallet and my wallet is saying no, and said Cpt'n is looking at me as if if to say, "Sorry, dude. But if she was MY ship..."
If you should get six numbers up before I do, and if you should see some waif and stray on the wayside, heading towards Poole...............