After our walk in the New Forest, our bus carried us southward 20 some miles to Christchurch, on the edge of the city of Bournemouth. Keith, our 'coach' driver, dropped us off close to the docks where we boarded a small boat (yet big enough to hold all 25 of us under cover and in warmth!) to cross a small body of water to reach Mudeford.

Mudeford Sandbank fronts on Christchurch Bay, which ultimately opens into the English Channel. As you can see from the image here, we had to make our way through a collection of ducks and swans to get to our little boat.

We got out of the boat and made our way to the beach area where Mr. Pratt was beckoning us to gather round. On our way, we noticed stretches of these small houses that were little more than huts. Mr. Pratt informed us that this was a popular vacation place and many folks purchased these "houses" to use during the warm months (apparently, there are warm months in England!). What shocked us, however, was when he told us that they sell for £100,000 and up! (that is in excess of $175,000!) As Mr. Pratt wrapped up his tale of the little houses, he informed us what was next planned. “Right, folks. It’s now 4:15 , so we’ll meet back here at 5:30 .” Hmmmm? We thought. An hour and 15 minutes, eh? And just what ARE we going to do on this deserted stretch of beach in misting weather with the temperature, maybe, sitting around 50-55 degrees? No one looked at anyone else, but we all bolted for the small beach restaurant and immediately ordered hot chocolate, tea, and coffee!