Arriving by ferry to be greeted waving arms and smiling faces
The old pier and Granny Kiki's plank
The familiar walk through town and the anticipation of the first Mill sighting
Gossips café for Minghella's ice cream (cappuccino or banana flavour? ... it's
an endless dilemma)
The George, Bugle, Kings Head or Wheatsheaf? All happy haunts at some stage
Harwoods Chandlers shop - deck shoes, footballs, rope for hammocks or fishing
lines - it has it all
Nikaty-nakaty shops - plenty of different ones over the years - thousands of
useless ways to spend hard earned pocket money
Carnival - even now a highlight of my year - never matches expectation, but I
still look forward to the parade, the funfair, the harbour sports and the
races/dog show - something for everyone!
Walks along the railway line or up to the copse - can't be beat in my book,
especially with a toddler, there are adventures around every bush
Compton Beach - challenges the best of the rest of the world in my eyes
The WI in the Town Hall on Wednesday mornings during the summer - superb cakes
and jam, got to get there early though (it is all super cheap and I still spend
a fortune)
Quick dashes in the car over to Freshwater to the supermarket - quick stop at
the Red Lion on the way back
Horse riding if someone will go with me - fresh air and galloping across the
fields
The Mill - I can easily spend a weekend and not leave the house & grounds -
endless games of cards, dominos, backgammon, snooker, table tennis or lurky
('kick-the-can' to the uneducated), crabbing out the front, sun
bathing/reading/yoga out the back, fires in the yard in the evening, laughing at
Ellen/Scott struggling in the canoe, drinks out the front watching the sun set,
drinks out the back waiting for dinner to be ready
Not having Internet and proper mobile phone signal, not having channel 5 or even
a TV with remote control or outside aerial
Communal living, kitty purse and mass shopping and cooking
Finding a decent mattress and not telling anyone else about it
The big clean up and room inspections - leaving it like you would want to find
it
I could go on, but it has become 'My holiday house' rather than 'my town'
I thank you
The old pier and Granny Kiki's plank
The familiar walk through town and the anticipation of the first Mill sighting
Gossips café for Minghella's ice cream (cappuccino or banana flavour? ... it's
an endless dilemma)
The George, Bugle, Kings Head or Wheatsheaf? All happy haunts at some stage
Harwoods Chandlers shop - deck shoes, footballs, rope for hammocks or fishing
lines - it has it all
Nikaty-nakaty shops - plenty of different ones over the years - thousands of
useless ways to spend hard earned pocket money
Carnival - even now a highlight of my year - never matches expectation, but I
still look forward to the parade, the funfair, the harbour sports and the
races/dog show - something for everyone!
Walks along the railway line or up to the copse - can't be beat in my book,
especially with a toddler, there are adventures around every bush
Compton Beach - challenges the best of the rest of the world in my eyes
The WI in the Town Hall on Wednesday mornings during the summer - superb cakes
and jam, got to get there early though (it is all super cheap and I still spend
a fortune)
Quick dashes in the car over to Freshwater to the supermarket - quick stop at
the Red Lion on the way back
Horse riding if someone will go with me - fresh air and galloping across the
fields
The Mill - I can easily spend a weekend and not leave the house & grounds -
endless games of cards, dominos, backgammon, snooker, table tennis or lurky
('kick-the-can' to the uneducated), crabbing out the front, sun
bathing/reading/yoga out the back, fires in the yard in the evening, laughing at
Ellen/Scott struggling in the canoe, drinks out the front watching the sun set,
drinks out the back waiting for dinner to be ready
Not having Internet and proper mobile phone signal, not having channel 5 or even
a TV with remote control or outside aerial
Communal living, kitty purse and mass shopping and cooking
Finding a decent mattress and not telling anyone else about it
The big clean up and room inspections - leaving it like you would want to find
it
I could go on, but it has become 'My holiday house' rather than 'my town'
I thank you
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