A Weekend in Poole, Dorset

Travel blogger eating ice cream in Poole, Dorset

My childhood holidays were 99% UK based, which means I’ve seen a lot more this fair isle than most. But, as with some places I visited before I truly valued my travels (Berlin, I’m looking at you), I want to start going back and appreciating them as an adult. So, in the face of adversity (re. RAIN), I went adventuring in the Dorset town of Poole.


Terraced houses with flower boxes


Travel blogger in Poole, Dorset


Paradise Street, Poole

Staying in the new shiny Travelodge* was mega convenient for the following reasons:

1) It’s literally directly opposite the train station
2) It’s a short walk from the centre of town
3) I got to go knees deep in their awesome full English brekkie
4) It’s next to an Asda, where I was able to buy a Boys Age 10-11 hoodie to wear under my jacket so I didn’t actually freeze

Bed in Travelodge, Poole


Full english breakfast at Travelodge

Our initial stumbles took us onto the main high street where JOY OF JOYS we found one of the elusive UK branches of Taco Bell, which was actually pretty good, and set us up to go and get lost elsewhere. Terraced houses with pastel coloured doors, bunting strung between roofs, and the unadulterated excitement of visiting the world’s first ever Lush store, made for pretty solid photo fodder.

Taco Bell, Poole

Bunting on high street in Poole


Pub in Poole


Lush store, Poole

But it’s down by the harbour that you start seeing Poole’s real beauty. With an ice cream in hand, we walked until the heavens opened and we had to take refuge somewhere. Vague memories of Poole Pottery from my childhood came to mind, so I persuaded my reluctant boyfriend to join me at a kid’s table with a paper plate of poster paints and ceramic tiles to decorate for each other. The result? 90 minutes of surprising fun and two frankly, brilliant artistic feats to adorn our own home. WIN.

Grace House pub, Poole harbour


Poole harbour


Travel blogger painting tiles at Poole Pottery


Decorated tiles

The harbour and vicinity to the water does, of course, mean some great seafood to be found. Although our mains were a little disappointing, the WHOLE crab starter from Storm Restaurant was absolutely sublime. A total mess, like any good crab dish should be, but totally worth the effort.

Bread, olives, balsamic vinegar, olive oil


Seafood cutlery


Crab starter with salad

A slightly less soggy Sunday meant me braved a boat over to Brownsea Island, a National Trust site that is home to various wildlife, stunning views over the sea and the location of the first ever official Scout camp.

Brownsea Island


Brownsea Island


Flowers on Brownsea Island


Lord Baden Powell statue on Brownsea Island


View to Sandbanks from Brownsea Island


Heart art trail on Brownsea Island

We spent a good couple of hours following one of the marked out paths, hoping to see red squirrels but with no luck. We did spot the rare species of the Super Rich though, via views of the massively expensive Sandbanks harbour from our boat back. But they’re 100% not as cute as the squirrels.

Brownsea Island ferry


Sandbanks in Poole


Sandbanks beach, Poole


Sandbanks beach, Poole

The drizzle just added to a classic British seaside experience. Poole gave us what we needed: a chilled out, unpretentious weekend away, and only two hours on the train from London. That’s a staycation done right.

*Our accommodation and travel was paid for by Travelodge but all opinions and words are my own


A Weekend in Poole, Dorset