A weekend by the British sea side

“Christchurch, the town with the oldest population in the UK” – or something along those lines was the headline of the article that my friend emailed me and said: This is where we’re going!

She had kindly invited me and another friend for a weekend at her family holiday home by the sea. An invitation which we of course leaped at like a kitten at a laser beam. Thanks again, Emma!

But did this also mean spending a weekend in a retirement community? Would every staircase have a little lift on the side and would there be Zimmer frames blocking up the restaurant entrances just like prams in Hampstead?

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