Popping into Poole

Yesterday I had to go through to Poole for a job interview. It is not the first time that I have been there,  my first trip had been with my landlord in April 2013, and it had been quite fun, this time around I was there “on business” as they say. 
Ok, so where is Poole? basically it is on the railway line between Weymouth and Southampton,  I bailed out at Poole and did my touristy thing then reboarded the train for Hamworthy, which is the next station up the line. 
Poole Station, and the line to Hamworthy

Poole Station, and the line to Hamworthy

Unfortunately my train journey to Poole was a bit of a disaster as I ended up on what must have been the milk train, eventually bailing out at Brockenhurst to catch a faster train onwards. Oddly enough I have always wanted to stop at Brockenhurst because there is  an old railway coach plinthed next to the station that I wanted a pic of. 
I got to Poole just after 11H30 and headed towards the quay (naturally). The town is quite odd because there are a lot of really old buildings and a lot of newer developments, but it is not as simple as you would expect to actually get to the waterfront. For starters there is this really awkward level crossing. 

My route took me down the “Pedestrianised High Street”, and I was really aiming for the bridge that features on this map.

The weather was overcast when I set out on my walk, but by the time I was returning the sun was out, although it was not too warm. Oddly enough this High Street has some really quirky shops, and I was hoping to get a look at some of them before I headed home. 

This being an older part of the city, does mean that there are quite a few old buildings around too.
And then I was at the Quayside, and to my dismay there was nothing of interest alongside, apart from the Border Force Cutter Seeker, and I had seen her last time I was here.
Some of the images of Poole that I am using here were taken during my 2013 trip, because I did not head too far from this particular area this time around. Facing in the direction of the bow of the cutter I could see the bridge I was after. It is known as the Poole Lifting Bridge and is a bascule bridge. 
And from the bridge you can see down the channel towards where the cutter was berthed, and beyond. 
There is a raised platform that is almost in line with the cutter and from it you can get a good view of the old Customs House and the area around this waterfront.
The frame in front is not a double gallows, but is a weighing device, used…. wait, let the plaque explain instead, it has a much better way of explaining things.
There is also a reminder of the part that Poole played in the invasion of Normandy:
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Walking back along the quayside I am now reverting to my 2013 pics. It was quite a gloomy morning when we were here, although the weather did change when we were in the waterfront area.
I believe that this is a very expensive area to live in, and you can see it by the fancy apartments that face the seafront. This is also the area where the RNLI has the lifeboat station museum. It is a small museum which does not do proper justice to the organisation that it represents. 
Within  the walls of the boathouse is an original lifeboat (RNLB Thomas Kirk Wright), and she is a Dunkirk Survivor too. I think I was really suffering from awe when I saw this vessel. She is a Surf Class Lifeboat, and one of only 2 survivors. She was built in Cowes IOW in 1938 and performed her first serve on 22 January 1939. She was taken from service in 1962. 
My big gripe about this museum is that it packs too much into too small a space. There is just so much heroism involved with these lifeboats and their crew that it would take more resources than a volunteer organisation could ever muster just to display them all, this museum is really in need of bigger premises.  The current lifeboat that was berthed in Poole on my visit was the City of Sheffield.
Poole still had a small fishing industry that you could smell when I was there in 2013, and admittedly I did not venture too far into the area where I was in 2013, but it is probable that the industry is much smaller than it was years ago, and the proliferation of large pleasure boats has made inroads into the boatbuilding and maintenance industries. But, as far as I can see, like so many of these small seaside towns the emphasis is now more on tourism and trade than much else. 
My time was running out and I had to start heading towards the station, I still had a long day ahead of me, and as much as I wanted hang around could not really spend too much time doing it. Maybe another day? 
Random Pics: 


St James Poole

St James Poole

One curiousity that I investigated was “Falkland Square”, and I soon found the reason behind it.  
Although I do think that it is about time that they redid the paintwork on the plaque. 
And then I was out of there. The interview went well, but I did not make the cut I am afraid, so I will not be moving to Poole. 
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