Had a lazy morning (so easy to with a ginormous bed and black-out curtains), and then a breakfast feast on the floor with Ruth (£7 Premier Inn? No thank you!)

We caught the bus back into Poole and wandered down through the old town and along the harbourside, admiring the dogs and boats and listening to Ruth's tales of dating a Kaiser Chief.

Her train back was at 12, but ours wasn't until 5, so we went to Bournemouth for the afternoon. We walked to Boscombe and had lunch (and cake) in the Crooked Book, before walking back along the seafront.