West Moors

West Moors is what happens when a village decides that ambition is something other people do, and then quietly gets on with being pleasant. The bungalows sit in rows like a retirement fund made visible, gardens the size of small counties, and nobody in a hurry to be anywhere. It exists in the gap between Ferndown and Verwood, close enough to the Bournemouth sprawl to borrow its shops and far enough out to pretend it hasn't. If you want somewhere with a heartbeat above resting, buy elsewhere and stop kidding yourself.