My friend, Richard, is taking a break on the South Coast, along with his hard-working wife Helena and their delightful 4 year old Noah. The four of us were soaking up the sun and eating the most delicious beer battered whiting and cod (a few chips too) by a beach hut at Lyme Regis a couple of days ago when the temperature was an astonishing 62C. A few beach huts were open, with couples in deckchairs absorbed in their paperbacks (one man was reading Jeremy Paxman’s The English) with mugs of tea at hand. The huts are priced at £25,000- a snip alongside current Lyme property valuations.
A surfer paddled out to sea on water still as a mirror. The gulls and guillemots were well behaved. The air was properly salty and everyone we saw was smiling, the dogs springy with health. The Cobb is the long narrow breakwater where Louisa Musgrove (Persuasion) jumped off and where the French Lieutenant’s Woman waited and watched for her lover.
There are interesting small shops and the vintage clothes boutique has just sold a dress to one of the the Duchess of Cambridge’s designers, Alice Temperley, who is going to re-fashion it for Kate.
I want to go back and rent one of those cottages overlooking the bay. I’m sure I’ll become very inspired and slave for hours at my work-in-progress!
The bed and breakfast I stayed in- near Bridport- was out of this world. Log fire, crisp white sheets, delicious breakfasts and the kindest hosts. Orchard Barn is better than a 5 star hotel