Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to trees, dirt, and the sweet smell of pine. But today? Today was a whole different beast. I rolled into Portland, UK, and let me tell ya, it was like stepping into a whirlwind of chaos.
First off, I parked my truck on Easton Street. Thought I’d grab a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? “Brewed Awakening” or something. I’m thinking, “Ah, a nice cuppa to start the day.” But nah, the barista was a total grump. Like, dude, it’s coffee, not rocket science! I ordered a flat white, and he looked at me like I just asked for a unicorn.
So, I’m waiting, and I see this guy outside on the street. He’s juggling—like, actual juggling! I’m thinking, “What’s this, a circus?” Turns out, he was just trying to impress some girl. Classic. I mean, who juggles in the middle of Portland? But hey, it made me smile.
After my coffee debacle, I decided to stroll down to the harbor. The view from the Esplanade is sick! You can see the boats bobbing around, and the sun was shining. I was feeling good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I swear, that bird had the audacity of a king.
So, I’m fuming, right? I head over to the Portland Castle. Figured I’d check it out. It’s a cool spot, all historical and stuff. But guess what? It was closed for renovations. Ugh! I mean, come on! I just wanted to soak in some history. Instead, I got a locked gate and a sign that said, “Come back later.” Later? I’m not coming back!
I decided to wander down to the beach. The sand was nice, but the wind? Oh man, it was like a slap in the face. I’m trying to enjoy the view, but my hair’s all over the place. I probably looked like a mad scientist. And then, I see this family building a sandcastle. I’m like, “Aww, cute.” But then, the tide comes in and wipes it out. I felt bad for them, but also kinda laughed. Nature’s a savage, man.
By now, I’m ready to head home. But wait! I spot a little market on Portland High Street. Fresh produce, local crafts, you know the vibe. I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s grab some goodies.” I pick up some apples and a jar of honey. The vendor was super chill, chatting about the best spots to hike around here. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a forester! I know my hikes!” But he was cool, gave me some tips on hidden trails.
Finally, I’m heading back to my truck, and I see that juggler again. He’s still at it, but now he’s got a crowd. I can’t help but chuckle. Life’s funny like that. One minute you’re stealing sandwiches, the next you’re a street performer with an audience.
So, I hop in my truck, exhausted but kinda happy. Portland, UK, you threw me for a loop today. I laughed, I got mad, I even felt a bit nostalgic. It’s a quirky little place, full of surprises. I’ll be back, but next time, I’m keeping my sandwich close. No seagull’s taking that from me again!