The Village That Looks Outward
The Victorian arcade at the end of our street was built in 1884, has a domed glass roof, and wears a row of gargoyles said to be modelled on ancient water gods. It runs between Poole Road and Seamoor Road, at the heart of Westbourne, a Victorian urban village a few miles west of Bournemouth. No.82 sits a short walk along the same road. It is a fitting address for a business whose whole subject is somewhere else.
Every boutique is shaped by the place it stands in, and we are lucky in ours. Westbourne is small and self-contained, a village that has kept its own character while the town spread out around it. Independent shops, cafés and old shopfronts, the arcade at its centre, and the sea only minutes away down a wooded gorge. It is a good place to be rooted while you spend your days thinking about everywhere else.
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The Arcade
The arcade is the heart of it, and worth a paragraph of its own. Henry Joy built it in the mid-1880s in red brick with stone dressings and Gothic windows, and it has survived as a Grade II listed reminder of what a shopping street used to aspire to be. Under its glass roof the light falls the way it falls in an old railway station or a small cathedral, and the shops beneath it are still mostly independent, still mostly one of a kind.
'It is a good place to be rooted while you spend your days thinking about everywhere else.'
You do not get arcades like that built any more. That Westbourne has kept one, in working order and full of real shops, tells you something about the village's refusal to become ordinary.
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An Urban Village
Off the arcade, the village keeps the same spirit. Poole Road and Seamoor Road carry a run of independents rather than the usual chains, shops run by the people whose name is over the door. And within a few minutes' walk the streets give way to the chines, the wooded gorges that drop down to Alum, Middle and Durley beaches, all of them Blue Flag, all of them a short stroll from a morning coffee.
It is an unusual thing, a village with a beach at the bottom of it and a Victorian arcade at its centre. Most places would trade on far less. Westbourne mostly gets on with being itself, which is exactly why the people who find it tend to stay.
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Local, and Worldly
There is a pleasing tension in running a travel boutique here. All day we are planning the Alentejo, the far side of a long-haul flight, a September on a warm and distant sea, and we are doing it from a room on a Victorian high street a few minutes from an English beach. The two things are not in conflict. The best travel comes from people who are genuinely at home somewhere, and know the difference a place with its own character makes.
Westbourne is that, at the domestic scale. Knowing it well is part of how we know what to look for elsewhere. A village that has kept its independents, its arcade and its walk to the sea is a small lesson in everything we try to find for people further afield.
'The best travel comes from people who are genuinely at home somewhere.'
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The Anchor
We have paused the events this month, the supper clubs and the networking breakfasts that usually give the diary its rhythm. What does not pause is the room itself, and the small community that has gathered around it since we opened. The Westbourne Networking Club began at No.82 and filled beyond its seats at the first attempt, which told us the appetite for somewhere to gather was already here, waiting for a door to push.
So this is the quiet month to simply be in the village. Come in for no reason at all, or for a holiday you are turning over. We are on Poole Road, a few doors from the arcade, with the kettle on and the sea down the road.
Come find us at No.82.
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