A chilly Saturday around town.

Every Saturday there's a street market in Boscombe. This butcher comes from the Midlands and sells meat in 'lots'. As in, you get lots. Yeah, I know. The humour's  awful. Good thing it's free.

The fruit and veg guy always adds a great splash of colour to a grey afternoon.

Dining out. In front of a charity shop. On a freezing cold day. There really is no accounting for taste.

OK, I cheated here- these guys weren't actually busking in Boscombe. They were in Bournemouth, just down the road. But they're FROM Boscombe. And they're really good- they play proper Rock n' Roll. With the appropriate degree of Attitude.

Boscombe has its faults, but one nice thing is that it's fairly wheelchair accessible. After my Mum died, I used to bring my Dad here in his chair and he relished being out and about amongst people. Nice to see this guy enjoying some independence.