Not impressed

What a farce Christmas dinner was. Our table always gets served last and then we wait and wait for our plates to be cleared before the desert finally arrived over 15 minutes later . The smallest portion of Christmas pud ever was presented to us and I'm sure when we watched the other deserts going out to the other tables, their were bigger. The last straw came when the coffee arrived. Margaret took one mouthful and nearly spat it out. Cold... not tepid.... but stone cold. In fact every cup of coffee was cold. I decided enough was enough and walked out before I said something I might regret. Ian came up to the room 15 minutes later saying that when the coffee did once more arrive it had a peculiar taste to it and was sure it had been reheated before serving. Not impressed at all by the service and even worse. NO FATHER CHRISTMAS..It's such a shame because the hotel itself is very Art Deco and beautifully decorated. The staff on the whole are very polite and obliging, if only they could improve on the service.

Seated ready for Christmas dinner

Me and Dennis getting friendly

Crackers pulled and silly hats on

Ian reckoned I looked like a flapper. ( Well I think thats what he said)

Christmas dinner. Only the sprouts were missing from my plate. Cant stand them! Even had to ask for the Cranberry sauce!

So today is Boxing Day. On the agenda, a trip to Salisbury. Leaving at 10am and with no dramas with the coach this time, we pulled into the carpark an hour later. First stop the Cathedral and wow, what a magnificent building that is.

 Inside the architecture was amazing. With the old came the new and this font was a modern touch to an ancient building. Not sure if I totally agree with the design but stunning never the less.

Reflections in the still waters

The regimental colours of the Wiltshire regiment

Amazing.

Having spent over four hours enjoying Salisbury the walk back to the coach took us next to the River Avon. Here the pigeons congrecated in vast numbers along with the ducks, swans and gulls. Michael got swamped by the pigeons and encouraged them to come to him. Almost as tame as those in Trafalgar Square. Luckily not one christened him with pigeon poo.

With a free day tomorrow it's a trip to the German Market in Bournemouth to buy some goodies for Christmas.