Weymouth and Burton Bradstock

Monday we decided to take a trip to Weymouth. 

Weymouth is quite a big seaside town and one of its star attractions has got to be the beach.  It is huge.  A wide sweeping bay of beautiful sands and clear water.  It's great for families, there's even a traditional Punch and Judy Show.

Our favourite part though is the harbour and my sister and her husband loved it too.  There were hundreds of boats, some big, some small and some outright spectacular.  

We strolled around taking in all the sounds and scenes of a busy harbour.  Maureen was able to do quite a bit of souvenir shopping in a wonderful little shop we came across.  I think she was happy with her purchases and glad to have that bit of shopping behind her.

Naturally a cream tea was called for.  William and I have had cream teas at this cafe before and enjoyed them so we knew we were in for a treat.  After this and a bit more strolling around it was a mad dash back to the car before the parking ticket expired or rather before William blew a gasket at the thought of it.  He can't stand to be late for anything, least of all something that might mean a parking fine!

Burton Bradstock is just a little detour off the main road on the way home and that was one place we definitely wanted our visitors to see.  You can see more photos of Burton Bradstock in a previous post here.

We absolutely have fallen in love with this beautiful windy bay.  The coastal path runs up either side of the beach and we took an exhilarating walk along the path that runs closest to the edge of the cliffs.  I asked a passerby to take a photo of the four of us and he kindly obliged.

You have to have a good head for heights taking pictures like the one Maureen's taking above!

Heading back down the path and home.  Actually we called in at Lyme Regis for a brief visit, and then after that there was a stop at The Harbour Inn, Axmouth for a drink before we actually made it home.  In fact nearly every day on the way home from wherever we'd been we would call in at one quaint little pub or another to quench our thirst and talk over the day's happenings.  It just seemed the natural thing to do and there really are some very quaint pubs in this neck of the woods.

I'll be back again tomorrow with another instalment.

Kathleen.