And so we return to Gosport, under sufferance you say? Well yes, it used to be like that, but in fact it is growing on me, and no, not like mould!
You will remember John also grew up in Gosport and he is very fond of the memories associated with it. It's a shithole, but it's his shithole and has nice accommodation and nice friends. Sadly, the elderlies that we used to visit have both died now which is disappointing, but, such is life and death.
A lot of towns have out of shop advertising, but this!?*!? I think it typifies the demographic.
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| Gosport/Portsmouth Harbour |
At the end of our road is a one lane bridge which is presently closed. There is a sign at the top of the road advertising this, but nobody reads it, drives down to the bridge, stops, swears and does a three point turn and goes back up the road. This large truck towing an equally large trailer had this experience. They dealt with it amazingly. The boys dislodged the trailer and pushed it back, reversed the truck, relocated the trailer and off they went. Moral of the story......Pays to read road signs......
We did catch up a few times with our friends Andy and Jeanette, always a pleasure with lots of laughs.
There was also the mandatory trip to The Still and West pub on the Portsmouth side of the harbour. Fish and chips watching the passing parade. The sun shone and the puppies played.
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| One of the America's Cup boats |
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| Ferry from France |
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| Puppy Fun |
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| Dinner |
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