You can’t buy weather like this. Well I suppose you can – via an airline ticket – but you get the point. This is what Bike Nights at Poole Quay are all about: Bikes, Nights, Quays and Poole. Oh, and sun and beer and ice cream and chips and sausages. And a seagull of uncanny accuracy who ruined TWO hoodies in a savage and unprovoked aerial assualt. Git.