The Jurassic Coast: Honiton, Lyme Regis and Lulworth Cove

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.

While we wandered around there, popping in and out of shops, we came across an estate agent’s window. Having survived the brief heart attack from looking at the unbelievably low prices of houses away from London, we were quite taken with a three-bedroom mews. After a quick chat with the estate agent about where it was and what the deal was, we ended up driving out to see it!

Mum’s always considered retiring out to near the sea and after visiting this place, her and Dad have to move here, even if it’s just for the perks when I come to visit. If they don’t, I will. It’s part of a converted manor house. The house itself has been turned into flats but the stables and courtyard behind the house are all stunning little cottages. You get full use of the gym, pool, tennis courts and even the estate’s croquet lawn! Retirement won’t be for a while though, so it’s good to have that possibility hidden away. (Naturally, I won’t tell you where the house is – it’s our little secret!) When we finally tore ourselves away after casing the joint, we continued on to our original destination of Lyme Regis.

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.

We were very sad to leave our palatial caravan, having truly got away from London’s pollution (even if we had to swap it for a severe bout of hay fever!) and hustle and bustle. Dorset is an area of the UK we’ll just keep coming back to year after year after year.
Jurassic Coast 2013
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