Along the coast

 

Exmouth

 

Rather than simply speed straight up the M5 home on Sunday, we decided to take a more picturesque route, along the Jurassic coast of South Devon and into Dorset.  All new territory for me.

First stop was Exmouth, from where we could look across the estuary to the sands of Dawlish Warren, where we’d been the previous afternoon.  It was still quiet, with just a few people taking the morning air.

 

Exmouth

 

Taking a picture of the clock tower, I deliberately waited for a car to pass, thinking that this  also looked remarkably like one of Daddy’s slides, except the car would be an Austin Allegro in

his!

 

Budleigh Salterton

 

On to Budleigh Salterton then and another shingly beach, preferred by many (including my parents) for not having sand to get everywhere. 

 

Seaton

 

We stepped onto the shingle for a walk, but soon found the small stones difficult to manage in sandals and stayed on the prom.

 

Sidmouth

 

Sidmouth next, looking rather gloomy in this photograph, though in reality it was fairly warm and much brighter than it appears.  By the time we arrived here, the coach parties were leaving the seafront hotels and it was easy to see the attraction of a week in this elegant Regency town.

 

Sidmouth

 

Here, a crew from Sidmouth Gig Club were out training, and though not quite as sleek as the Exmouth boat yesterday, they were still making ease of the journey across the bay.

 

Sidmouth

 

No takers for the windsurfing this morning, however.

 

Seaton

 

Next stop Seaton, where families were beginning to come down to the beach and some brave souls were already soaking up the sun by their beach hut.

 

Seaton

 

Some pretty large scale work was going on in the shingle, possibly managing those rather steep banks which must make launching the small fishing boats pretty difficult.

 

Seaton

 

The workers had set out the essentials on the prom, ready.

 

Seaton

 

Trusting people down here aren’t they? 

 

Lyme Regis

 

Last stop of the day was Lyme Regis, where there were appetising wafts of fish and chips in the air and we were getting hungry.

 

Lyme Regis

 

First, though, a walk on the Cobb was called for.  This was another of those places I’d read about and seen in The French Lieutenant’s Woman, of course.  Even though it was a fine and merely breezy day, it felt exposed out there and we could only imagine what it must be like in more inclement weather.

 

Lyme Regis

 

Right out at the end, the air was clear and fresh – most invigorating! 

 

Lyme Regis

 

There was a great view of the town and the beach, too.

 

Lyme Regis

 

A short while later, sitting on the seawall, the haddock and chips hit the spot perfectly.

Time for home then and a fairly trouble free drive through Dorset, Somerset and Wiltshire to a quiet night in after a busy few days.  Best of all, our own bed!

Seaside observations

Meanwhile, I can hear Jordi laughing