Frosty golf morning
Many, many, many years ago, I used to play golf and enter competitions with my father. One winter, we rose especially early and headed down to the coast at Bournemouth for a father and son tournament, at which I remember we both played shockingly badly.
The end of the season
The café/restaurant at the end of the pier in Bournemouth, taken on a Sunday evening.
Family (low)
Visiting Sarah in Bournemouth with Mum and Dad.
