Today was a wonderful reminder about how we never tire of driving through the English countryside. Lots of new growth and wild flowers, interspersed with picturesque villages, such a treat.
Our plan was to visit Rouston Cliffs, part of the Exmouth to Lyme Regis (didn't see Richard Gere) National Reserve. We found the public path to walk to the cliffs but discovered that it passed through the Royston Estate. As it is private land, we had to turn back and moved further down the coast.
Next stop was Beer Beach, just because of the name! It turned out to be a quaint little fishing village that we absolutely loved exploring. The beach was very rocky with not a grain of sand in sight, like may of the beaches on the south coast. This clearly doesn't stop it being a holiday destination, with the colourful beach huts and deck chairs waiting for the summer tourists. We saw lots of holiday cabins dotted along the cliffs - some looked like they would be pretty grim in wild weather. Part of the Jurassic Coastal Walkway went through Beer Village which we walked along. The glimpse of the coast were amazing ad the water was crystal clear probably due to the lack of sandy beaches. We met a ginger cat who enjoyed a chin scratch as much as I enjoyed giving it.
We roughly followed the coast road back toward Weymouth, in search of lunch. At one stage we were on a stretch of road with a 70 mph speed limit, and ended up following a couple of tractors with trailers full of grass for silage. Everyone just slows down and patiently waits until the opportunity to pass, in true English style.
Our last adventure of the day was a visit to Durdle Door, a natural limestone arch near Lulworth. Well worth the visit but I wasn't happy with the 12 pound payment for parking which we discovered as we were leaving.!
The track down to the Durdle Beach was closed due to storm damage, but we were able to get a fantastic view from the cliff tops, along with hundreds of other people, and it was a Wednesday afternoon. Not sure where they all came from!
The neighbouring bay, called Man O'War Cove, was accessed by a series of steep steps, which we did manage without too much puffing. The stand out from both beach visits was that there were people swimming - crazy!

















































