We’ve been back to Dorset. Yes, I know that we were there last month. The truth is that we had such a good time that we just had to go back.
In my travel career, I was never able to go away during the summer months due to work commitments. When my husband Lee suggested the idea of going back to Dorset in July, I instinctively winced, thinking, how can I? I’m so busy in July! Before realising that this year, for the first time in twenty-something years, I’m actually not. What the hell, let’s do this, I exclaimed.
We knew what we wanted and didn’t want to change a good thing so went back to Eype House Caravan and Camping Park. This time, we had a slightly bigger caravan, still dog friendly of course. I’m glad that we did as it was much more comfortable. It may have been that the layout was better but the lounge and the bedroom in particular definitely felt bigger.
For this trip, we decided to take it easy rather than dash all over the place. It was supposed to be a holiday after all.
The Good old British Weather
Again, the weather was fab. 2018 is turning out to be one heck of a summer. There seems to be no end in sight for this heatwave. I do love the heat but it’s very different when you have a dog.
For two of the days that we were back in Dorset, it was too hot to do anything. It was just too hot to take Rodney out. I tried to sit outside for a while but he was panting heavily. I even retrieved my umbrella from the car so that he could bask underneath but he was really scared of it. So back inside we went, with all the doors and windows wide open. We even had a fan on full pelt as well.
These days were the most relaxing of the holiday and perhaps even my favourites. I was quite happy with the radio on, book in hand, sipping a cuppa.
The Anchor, Seatown
On one day when it wasn’t too scorching to venture out, we returned to the Anchor Inn in Seatown. This time we sat in the garden overlooking the beach. I have to say that the view was absolutely stunning. Marred slightly by what looked like a sheer drop from the edge of the garden to the beach. I am, after all, terrified of heights. Plus I was scared of Rodney going over the edge so I held onto him firmly. Slightly embarrassingly though when Lee investigated further, he discovered that there was no such drop but rather a gentle sloping patch of greenery leading down to the beach beyond.
The food at the Anchor was delightful. Lee had, what he declared was the best fish and chips that he’d ever eaten. I had a rather tasty Bouillabaisse or fish stew lacking though was any bread which is unusual for such a dish. This also made the stew pretty expensive for what it was. It was though flavoursome so I was happy.
Dogs are allowed throughout the Anchor. The beach at Seatown is, I understand, one of only two in Dorset not allowing dogs at any time of year. This, I feel, is a pity although I did spot the odd dog on the beach whilst we were there. The owners either don’t know or don’t care and so I’m not sure how strictly the no dogs rule is enforced.
We also went to Lyme Regis on, what turned out to be, the only overcast day. The weather was ideal and we didn’t have to worry about the boy overheating or singeing his paws. We walked along the harbour which was very pretty and then back to the Cobb where we stopped for a drink. This, again, was at the Harbour Inn as we knew that the ales there are refreshingly varied which seems to be unusual for Dorset. Dogs are also welcome and we were able to claim a prime spot on the veranda.
Lyme Bay really is beautiful. It’s a quintessentially British seaside town with brightly coloured buildings overlooking the promenade, and little businesses serving fish ‘n’ chips and multi-coloured ice creams. The golden sandy beach was a popular spot this time around. Rodney though was most disappointed at not being allowed on the beach, especially so as it was sand rather than shingle. As with many in the UK, dogs are banned from the main beach at Lyme Bay throughout the summer. Surprisingly though, he was allowed in the Wetfish shop from where we purchased an exquisite looking piece of Hake. More about that shortly.
I can’t possibly write about our trip back to Dorset without mention of a charming little pub that we visited for lunch. The Crown Inn is an unassuming little establishment in the picturesque village of Uploders. The front of the building is adorned with beautiful flowers. It was, quite frankly, stunning.
As we each posed for photos outside, we received a warm welcome from the landlady and chef. She actually popped out to greet us. The landlord, who stood behind the bar, was equally as friendly when we entered. Rodney too was welcomed by everyone inside.
Refreshments in hand, we headed out to a pretty little beer garden at the rear. Here we were encircled by more flowers and shrubs. Noticeably it was incredibly clean and the grass surrounding the table was clear of debris. As we have a scavenging pup, this is always pleasing. If there’s any leftover food around, he’s certain to find it. I ordered a ham ploughman’s which was divine. Lee tucked into a homemade pie which he said was amazing.
Without a doubt, the highlight of our trip back to Dorset was the evenings spent on the beach. We took a fire-pit with us which we, or should I say, Lee, filled with logs to make a barbecue. It was so peaceful. Arriving at around 5 pm, the daytime beach folk were just leaving or about to. This left us with the beach pretty much to ourselves. We were able to leave Rodney free to roam around, much to his delight. Although he did bark at any passers-by. Well, it was his beach after all.
We had the usual barbecue fare but, the day after our visit to Lyme, we cooked the Hake on the flames. I’d wrapped it in foil a couple of times after oiling and seasoning the fillets. I’d also pre-cooked some new potatoes which, after foil wrapping, we reheated on the fire. These, together with some salad, and a squeeze of lemon were absolutely amazing. The fish was so fresh. Happily, for Rodney, there had been too much fish and so he got to have some, minus the seasoning and oil of course. We all ate well that night.
Back to Dorset
So there we have it, our second albeit less energetic trip back to Dorset in little over a month. How lucky we are?