Of all places i've been to in England, Bournemouth would always have a special place in my heart. I've spent most of my non-traveling time here with my relatives who has settled here in England as well. Bournemouth is a quaint city in the county of Dorset dubbed as the infamous summer capital of the United Kingdom next to Cornwall. Its pristine beaches helped define the term "solitude" in writing as it is the immediate feeling you will have lounging on its shores. Its coastal waters is known for abridging to the Jurassic coast line, which was declared as a World Heritage Site adding to the number of heritage sites throughout UK.
Bournemouth itself is a humble beauty quietly sitting around the corner waiting to get noticed. It is from my perspective is a part of England that was lost somewhere in the 90's. People are into the modern flare, but still has the semi-conservative vibe of the 90's English culture. It amuses me, as to how people in various parts of the UK do have varying degrees of individuality sometimes, say if I met someone from Bristol, he/she could easily infer if someone is from New castle or Cardiff respectively. But in the end as a foreigner you would still conclude that they are just the same English people you come to love when you are in Britain.
I guess I am not really deviating towards introduction of the place here, rather its more of invoking that same feeling I had when I get to be in these places. I could say so much about the history, the etymology or trivia and fun facts about the place but that's already available across the internet. We can always look for information through google or any search engines if we wished to but we can never google our emotions towards something and that I think would make the difference of how I am relating this to anybody else.
Try to take a walk at the park going to the city centre and sit down for a while at the park's green grass and you'll find out the meaning of diversity in no time. Make friends with the guys burning time playing with their skateboards at the Triangle and you'll be a local in matter of minutes. Sit down by the beach side, take your shoes off and feel the grainy touch of the sand in between your toes and you'll realise why Bournemouth is oddly special despite the spartan way of everyday life and probably just like me, you would understand why England has taken its place as the new promise land for some of us.
“ Wandering is the activity of the child, the passion of the genius; it is the discovery of the self, the discovery of the outside world, and the learning of how the self is both "at one with" and "separate from" the outside world. These discoveries are as fundamental to the soul as "learning to survive" is fundamental to the body. These discoveries are essential to realizing what it means to be human. To wander is to be alive.”
Roman Payne, Europa: Limited Time Edition
