I hooked up onto the A370 and wanted to head to Berrow which is where my father heralds from. Its his birthday later this week so I took the opportunity (although if I'm being honest with myself, it was probably the reason I headed that way anyway) and bought a nice golf club shirt from his boyhood club. My dad was one hell of a player. Scratch at 16 back in 1961, England International and club pro. Not bad for a young man from a small village in Somerset.
On the way into town I immediately recognised a particular corner and knew exactly where I was. Three mins later and from a church car park I was looking at my late grand parents house. I hadn't been there for 20yrs but found it straight away. I didn't want to get too close and that would have been just a fraction too weird.
Today I wasn't going to spend on the bike, but Steve from Conquest texted me and asked if I fancied a quick blast around. The weather today was so nice, it would have been wrong to say no. We didn't venture too far, just a quick visit to Culture in Three Cross and then over to Verwood to see if Crescent Suzuki were open. They weren't, but I did find out where Road and Race Performance are and I'll be heading over there at some point in the next day or so.
The day ended in glorious sunshine in Wimborne, bikes parked up, Steve and I drinking milkshakes putting the world to rights. If this is what Easter weekends are all about, then why have I been working them for the last decade?