Our bedroom in the 'Duchess of Cornwall' (of which more in due course), with its quirky furnishings. State of the art television plus brown wood furniture, some of it probably old rather than repro. Painted floor - off white - and we wondered about its durability. Large shower cubicle with a proper shower rose, just like the one we have at home. All in all, rather a good room, certainly good value.
The heir to the throne demonstrates his sense of humour. The front of this building comes with a fancy colonnade, but the view from the pub staircase had to make do with a paint job. Again, we wondered about its durability.
Pub to the right. Then fancy colonnade, then tower block. Then flats which the barman told us were going for around £1m each. Not clear whether they were being bought as retirement flats or what - it not being clear what there was in the way of work in the area to carry the corresponding rent. Then Waitrose to the left. Grand, but not so grand that we did not catch a few country pikes coming out with some afternoon tinnies.
The barman also told us that Poundbury was a town with no parking restrictions, no parking meters and no traffic wardens. It had been built on a generous enough scale for none of that to be necessary. Which was nice for the moment, but it will be interesting to see whether they will be able to hold the line as the town gets going - which it looks as if it will - it already running to a substantial primary school.
The rather grand dining room, upstairs in the pub. Downstairs busy on the Friday that we arrived.
The converted telephone exchange in Kennford, a little nearer our ultimate destination. Once important as the exchange through which I contacted the young lady who became the BH, if she happened to be at home, in the days before we were married. Kennford 123 or something like that.
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