My mum is unequivocally where I get my wanderlust. Dad is a homebird, through and through, but Mum and I are always itching to travel. We love returning to a place but are equally keen on exploring somewhere new. That’s how we ended up in Honiton, East Devon for our lunch, in a little cafe just off the high street while attempting to make it to Lyme Regis for the day.
Lyme is a rather touristy place because it’s your classic seaside town. Sand, sea and sun. We had a stroll along the promenade, stopped for slush puppies and people watched. I picked up a little trilobite fossil, dated from around 53 million years ago, from a cute little shop which seemed to go on forever. They sold gemstones at the front but as you went deeper, huge ichthyosaur bones began to appear and the great jaws of a megalodon hung from the ceiling.
We moved on to Lulworth not long after that but little did we know that further along the beach, this had been installed. I’m so upset we missed it! I would’ve loved to have explored it (read: crawl in it)!
Lulworth Cove was the last nostalgia trip on my return to the Jurassic Coast. Geography lessons back in high school taught me that it got its horseshoe shape from the hard rocks at the mouth of the cove eroding much more slowly than the rocks behind. An incredibly quiet and secluded location is the result. We arrived at the same time sunset did, and while all the restaurants were fully booked, we soaked up the last of the sun before heading back to our home away from home.
