bourne | home of the bouncy thing

After the disappointment of Rauceby, and an incredibly frightening pub lunch in a quaint... erm... ‘place’, we were feeling rather downcast as I sped the infamous Celica home. Until we happened to drive past a rather dilapidated series of buildings in the town of Bourne.

They looked interesting. So, after parking in the garden center next door (and making the mental promise to buy a pot plant or something) we just walked in not knowing what to expect.