Christchurch

And not for the...

He delivered to Bournemouth, Christchurch and Port.

And I don't want to run before we can walk.

So, we're not doing that.

So I'm going to try that.

There's a load of people that play down near me in Christchurch.

Yeah.

I have tried paddle a couple of times.

it did me good service as an ornament in the days when i wasn't ashamed to call attention to the material of my clothes or the substance of my limbs now perhaps a little threadbare perhaps a little withered i was sitting all undistinguished and diminished in a dusty third-class compartment bound for the almost maritime priory of christchurch as the train ran through basingstoke i remember how i had spent an hour among the tombs that cluster round the ruined abbey in winchester so shy of revealing itself to railway passengers i had wandered like a ghost but even in those incidents of my anomalous illness incidents so feebly connected with life as to have acquired a spurious air of high romance i had my secret elation for the amulet supplied what then i most needed an earnest of continuance it presupposed a future While the train skirted the barren strand of Southampton water, I recollected vividly how I had pulled myself together to make the excursion.

That excursion which was no part of a holiday, no part of a plan, which was undertaken with little hope on my part that it would ever enrich recollection.

For what recollection, longer than a month or two, could I hope to have? The Christchurch expedition had been an escape in oblivion.

but it had brought me back to life would it revive me again after eight years the interval had seen the crest of my wave not perhaps a very majestic billow but a noticeable rondeur with its own definite outline its own peculiar little roar and if the stately verger at christchurch had been able to foretell that why shouldn't he prophesy for a second rejuvenation if the spent water could gather itself into a billow eight years ago why shouldn't it now and the custodian of the priory i reflected need not say anything at all nothing explicit he had only just unmistakably and quietly to remember

It is Ryan Seacrest here.

The train travelled forth into the world, bearing along with it the customary freight of obliterated voyagers, and along with these, old Joseph, affecting immersion in his paper, and John, slumbering over the columns of the Pinkun, and Morris, revolving in his mind a dozen grudges and suspicions and alarms.

It passed Christchurch by the sea, Herne with its pinewoods, Ringwood on its mazy river, a little behind time, but not much for the southwestern.

It drew up at the platform of a station in the midst of the New Forest, the real name of which, in case the railway company might have the lure of me, I shall veil under the alias of Browndean.

Many passengers put their heads to the window, and among the rest an old gentleman on whom I willingly dwell, for I am nearly done with him now, and, in the whole course of the present narrative, I am not in the least likely to meet another character so decent.

Yeah, so we've had two successful applicants.

One is Snowtrax, which is a dry ski slope shop, restaurant, activity centre in Christchurch, just outside Bournemouth.

And then we also have Snowsports Wales, specifically around the Cardiff area.

Both of them actually put in the same kind of proposal, which is great, which was to bring school kids and give them a free ski lesson each.

Well, this is another side that's absolutely flying at the moment.

Dorset Derby on Tuesday night against Christchurch.

Obviously, you've broken her side.

You've got an interest in Wessex League One, haven't you?

But yeah, I think they've got a really good squad and they have a really good season.

Yeah, splendid.

Well, look, obviously Christchurch are not having the best of seasons.

They've only got one point from eight played.