Grey Day

I'm in Bournemouth to reccy a future tour. I've just got back from a couple of hours walking around town. It reminds me of bank holidays past, when the weather was awful and there was nothing to do. It seems a bit sad, though it shouldn't be on a holiday weekend. There are lots of people in town but they seem to be sealed into their hotels: dinner & entertainment provided.
Thankfully, Richard Digance is on at the local folk club so I'm going to haul my arse up there, before I fall asleep in my tiny tiny hotel room. Glad I didn't bring the cat.