Dean Park is a cricket ground in Bournemouth, England, currently used by Bournemouth University Cricket Club, as well as by Parley Cricket Club and Suttoners Cricket Club. It was formerly used by Hampshire, and has hosted 343 first-class matches since the first in 1897, but none since 1992. There have also been 77 List A games here, the most recent being in 2010. One women's One-day International, between Young England and Australia, was staged at Dean Park as part of the inaugural Women's Cricket World Cup in 1973. The ground's ends are the Town End and Winton End, and the capacity of the ground is 6,000. Bournemouth F.C. also played on the ground in the late Victorian era. Following changes to county borders that transferred Bournemouth from Hampshire to Dorset, reflecting this the ground is now used by Dorset County Cricket Club as its main venue and club headquarters.
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