A Southbourne childhood
Helen Summer writes about the sunny days on Southbourne beach which she enjoyed as a child and is enjoying still
Published in December ’20
It was these pine trees that gave me my first experience of their honey-sweet scent, a scent I would recognise anywhere and one that immediately transports me back to Fisherman’s Walk
DORSET must take responsibility for my love of all things beach, my adoration of a forest through the seasons and my joy in pretty villages, country pubs and tearooms. Dorset is responsible for my entire life’s experiences, from babe in arms to grandma. I have lived in the county for over fifty years. Actually, that’s not quite true. I lived in Hampshire for the first fourteen years and then, without so much as moving a muscle, I found myself in Dorset, courtesy of a boundary change. My parents could no longer…
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