WHEN you’ve grown up in Lyme Regis, it’s easy to take for granted what a beautiful place it is and how much pleasure it must bring the thousands of visitors who come here every year.
Last week, while my brother and his family visited, I was able to take some time off and enjoy my own ‘holiday’ in Lyme Regis with them.
They rented Broadway House, the former Langmoor Hotel, which stands at the top of town between the junction of Pound Street and Silver Street. I spent lots of time peering out over the bunting in Broad Street and beyond to the cliffs and sea – a much different view from my own house in Anning Road (which I could also spot from the top floor).
Having barely seen a drop of rain in weeks we were expecting sunshine all week but, of course, on the first day it poured all morning, putting a dampener on our plans to hit the beach.
Instead, we enjoyed cooked breakfast in the new-look Pilot Boat and then just ‘mooched about’, as tourists seem to do on rainy days, popping into SWIM for a drink and eventually playing a round of mini golf in Lister Gardens and enjoying an ice cream from Baboo Gelato when it finally brightened up.
We finished off our first day with a classic fish and chip supper from our new favourite takeaway, The Fisherman’s Wife, at the Cobb – a classic day at the British seaside.
The next day we ventured out of town to my nieces’ favourite local attraction, Pecorama, in Beer. With a miniature railway, soft play, mini golf, an adventure playground and well-kept gardens, it’s the perfect family day out.
We ended the day with a walk into the picturesque village, picking out our favourite cottages to live in (if we could afford them!) on the way to the Anchor Inn for a drink in the beer garden.
We managed to fit in our planned beach day on Friday, paddling and building sandcastles with my young nieces before cooling down with a jug of Pimm’s at The Harbour Inn.
It’s easy to see why so many visitors fall in love with Lyme Regis and return year after year.
With heatwave weather and World Cup fever gripping the nation, I’ve not been the only one that’s had my holiday head on. Chants of ‘It’s Coming Home’ have been heard drifting from the Nag’s Head all over town in recent weeks and it seems everyone’s been in high spirits – until today that is, I write this the morning after Croatia’s 2-1 win over England and blue skies have been replaced with moody clouds, reflecting most of the country’s mood.
Still, I think we’ll look back at the scorching summer of 2018 with fond memories, and there’s still several weeks to go…