Day 2 - Bovington

BTW, regardless of the date label that Google puts on this entry, it's only 13 August here today!
We walked into Bournemouth this morning after having a nice breakfast in the hotel.  Found the car hire place without too much drama and got the car - it's a nice little Toyota.  It would want to be for the price too - automatic cars are very expensive to hire here compared to manual ones, but we thought that trying to drive a manual car in a strange place would be just too much stress.
First we went to the local shopping centre - Castlepoint.  It's advertised as a huge shopping centre but isn't really. However, we managed to pick up most of the things we needed, including an internet access voucher for our mobile broadband widget (we kept it from our last trip in 2012) and also for my iPad.  Less success with the iPhone but I'll keep trying.
Once we got that out of the way we went to the Bovington Tank Museum.  It's only 24 miles from Bournemouth but there were approximately 1000 roundabouts.  They don't know how roundabouts are meant to work here - a lot of them have traffic lights - I mean, if you're going to have lights anyway, why bother with the confusing roundabout?  And, the satnav seemed to pick the most outrageously silly ways to go, including at least three times where it somehow decided that we had teleported to some random road about 100 metres north of the road we were actually on......  
However, we eventually found our way there.  It was interesting to me but Paul was in seventh heaven - he took many photos and some video as well.
Came home, had dinner in the hotel restaurant and have now decided that maybe the jet lag is still not quite done with yet - Paul is already sound asleep and I'm not going to be far behind him.
No idea what we're going to do tomorrow; if we didn't have the car we'd probably just hang around here and rest.  Maybe we will anyway because the next day we need to drive to Southampton and apparently the roadworks in Southampton - and particularly around the docks where our hotel is - are enough to make a grown man cry.  Or even worse, a grown woman  :-)