Poole Arms

It was the morning after the night before, the night before in reality was the afternoon and night before that we had spent exploring the Bournemouth pub scene. I will confess to not feeling great when I woke up (admittedly I wasn't the worst of the gang of four, step forward Maria) but a shower, a Wetherspoons breakfast, and a two hour walk along the sea front from Bournemouth to Poole sorted me out, so much so that a pint and some food was the order of the day when we got to Poole.

The Poole Arms was the pub that caught our eye, particularly because of the fabulous original tiling on the outside of the building..

Fabulous original tiling?!! It's finally happened, I've turned into my dad !!

It wasn't just the tiling that caught our eye, the sign stating 'Sorry no children allowed' is always a winner in our eyes, and the fact that there was also a notice outside stating that The Poole Arms is the oldest pub in Poole meant that calling in was a must.

We got a really friendly welcome and I was delighted to see that local beer Ringwood Fortyniner was on offer. That morning's hangover was a distant memory as I blew the froth off the top of my pint outside in the Poole sunshine.

We were sat opposite a couple and I remember thinking at the time, aaah, that's nice a daughter has brought her dad out for a drink, that was until I noticed that they were holding hands !! To quote Joe Jackson, is she really going out with him?!!

A woman was sat with her young baby nearby in one of the shortest pairs of shorts I think I've ever seen, I could almost make out what she'd had for her breakfast !!

We would have stayed longer had we not arranged to go out later as this was a fabulous little pub but we drank up and made our way back to our Bournemouth base.