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West Dorset District

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  • Day15

    4-8 Portesham

    August 4, 2019 in the United Kingdom ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Ik klim nog een stukje extra voor "the blue lake". Moet je toch weer 7,5 pond toegang betalen zeg. En nou had ik gehoord dat het meer alleen blauw is bij zon, en die is er niet zo. Dus la ma. Ik volg braaf de bordjes uitgang,.... en sta voor een dicht hek. Hartelijk dank. Dan toch maar via "no exit". Nu ik gisteren besloten heb om geen lid te worden van de National Trust omdat ik pas 1 ding gezien had, kom ik vandaag langs 2 anderen natuurlijk. Maar om zo'n landhuis te gaan bezienswaardigen heb ik toch al niet zo'n zin in.
    Mooie tocht over best rustige kronkelweggetjes. Veel hoge heggen, maar soms zie je ook wat. Bijvoorbeeld een iron age hill fort en diverse grafheuvels. Ik maak een kletsje met Franse fietsers: "bovenop is prachtig". Oeps. En inderdaad klimmerdeklim. Voor me zie ik flarden. Regen? Toch maar pauze dan met brood en mijn net gekochte garnalensalade. De flarden blijkt mist, wel grappig, maar doet geen wonderen voor het uitzicht.
    Ik wandel naar de vallei van de stenen. Was gelukkig niet zo ver. Ik geloof dat ik een beetje verwend ben in Nieuw Zeeland.
    Daarna wordt de mist helaas toch echt regen dus ik doe de enige camping die ik kon vinden. De kleine camping and caravan sites kan ik niet vinden, al moeten ze er wel zijn. Ik krijg korting op 26 pond (anders was ik ook door gefietst), nu "maar" 16. Tijdens het tent op zetten wordt het al weer droog. Niet helemaal mijn camping, maar toch te lui om nu nog naar de kust te gaan. Doe ik dan morgen onderweg wel.
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  • Day4

    Drive-By Tourists

    May 7, 2019 in the United Kingdom ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    This morning we checked out of our accommodation in Eton and started heading towards the launch point for our big walk. We've only got 280km to drive and we've got 2 days to cover the distance but we're on holidays so it will be a slow journey with plenty of "stop & look" moments.

    We were only 10 minutes out of Eton before the first such moment. We stopped in Dorney and looked at the parish church of St James the Less (12th century) and Dorney Court, one of England's best examples of a Tudor manor (15th century).

    Next on the stop & look list was Cliveden Gardens but that was a fizzer. We stopped at the gate, looked at the entrance price and decided that $60 to see a garden, albeit a glorious one, was not the best use of our time or money.

    A very scenic drive through part of the Chiltern Hills AONB (Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty) was naturally beautiful and we slowly made our way to Winchester (no ties to the rifle). We diverted for a quick stop & look at Highclere Castle of Downton Abbey fame.

    Our stop & look in Winchester was mainly in the area of the famed cathedral and the high street, where it's worth looking up to see the original facades rather than the ground floor modernisations.

    Back in the car and back on the road, our next stop was Salisbury. We were hoping to get there in time to see (one of) the original copies of the Magna Carta but we had spent too long stopping and looking at other stuff. So we just looked at the outside of the very imposing 13th century cathedral.

    Our last stop & look was Poundbury, the village "built" by Prince Charles. We didn't stop for long and we didn't look at very much before heading to Dorchester for dinner and overnight accommodation.
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  • Day3

    Lyme Regis

    May 30, 2019 in the United Kingdom ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    Someone needs to inform the English that 65 degrees Fahrenheit is not beach weather.

    Listen, I love going to the beach in Michigan. I’ve probably been there when it is too cold to really be considered beach weather. But mid-sixties, overcast and windy is the time to be putting clothes on, not taking them off. To add to the insanity, people were coming up from the beach to get ice cream. Mid-sixties, overcast, windy and naked is certainly not the time for ice cream.

    Beyond the less than lucid behavior, Lyme Regis feels just about like any other beach town. There are families hanging out in and next to the water. There are shops up on the street selling food and souvenirs. There are tables covered by umbrellas where people can sit and eat or enjoy a cup of tea.

    And there are seagulls.

    Now I am no stranger to aggressive seagulls. I once witnessed a flock in Port Aransas swarm my friend and chase her down the beach just because they thought she had food (she didn’t) and, while it was honestly hilarious the rest of us, it was fairly traumatizing for her. The gulls in Lyme Regis rival those in Port Aransas. While we were sitting outside a café having a cup of tea, a gull swooped down and snatched a whole sandwich off of a plate just as a waitress was trying to set it on a table.

    After tea, Marina and Bernard went to visit a couple of shops and Will and I went for a walk around the seawall. Again, it felt very similar to the breakwater in Menominee, with a few important exceptions. First, this wall is on a larger body of water, meaning that the waves are rougher and throw more spray onto the top of the seawall. Second, rather than being made of concrete like the sea wall in Menominee, this wall is made of smooth stones. Third, likely as effort to prevent water from pooling on top of the wall or falling onto those walking beneath it on the inside, the walking surface is slanted outward. Toward the sea. So what we have here is a smooth, wet surface, slanted outward, trying very hard to dump you into the English Channel. It seems to me like an inevitability that someone, at some point, will fall in. The people of Menominee have prepared for just such an event by placing ladders on the outside of the breakwater so that anyone unlucky enough to fall in will be able to quickly climb back out. The good people of Lyme Regis are apparently huge proponents of natural selection, as they have placed NO ladders anywhere along the outer edge of the seawall. If you’re stupid enough to fall in, you’d better be strong enough to swim back. Otherwise, there are no desirable traits in your genetics and they would rather not have you in the gene pool, it seems.

    After surviving our harrowing walk around the sea wall, we returned to the shops and met back up with Marina and Bernard, only to say goodbye to them before they left for the inn. Will and I picked up some fish and chips and walked down the street (away from the seagulls) towards the cliffs where people look for fossils. The plan was to do some exploring on the beach before heading back to our hotel.

    Did you know that oceans have tides? William and I apparently forgot about them, as evidenced by the fact that we waited until the tide had started coming in to walk along to way down to the stairs leading to the beach. By the time we got there, there was water over the base of the stairs, meaning that the only “dry” path to the beach was hopping from rock to rock past the incoming tide. After several minutes of deliberation, Will decided to go for it. I, having bad luck, poor coordination, and an expensive camera, opted to stay on the stairs. A benefit to this decision was that I had the perfect vantage point to watch my strong, manly boyfriend stare at and then smash rocks on the beach, surrounded by many toddlers doing the same.

    When he had stared and smashed to his heart’s content, he hopped back across the rocks to the stairs, unfortunately without any fossils to show for his hard work. We walked back along the waterfront to the car, and headed off to the inn.
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  • Day2

    Dorsettling In

    May 29, 2019 in the United Kingdom ⋅ 🌧 12 °C

    This morning was not awesome. We visited several different shops but still couldn't manage to track down a camera charger. It turned out not to be the worst thing, though, because it was so foggy earlier that we couldn't see more than about 10 meters in front of us. The largest downside to our failed attempts at locating the charger is that it put us behind schedule for lunch. We were meant to pick up William's Granddad and Nan for lunch right at about noon. We didn't end up getting there until 12:10, which, as a result put us ten minutes behind schedule to meet up with the rest of his family. Definitely a faux pas, I know, but I didn't think it to be a catastrophic error.

    I was wrong.

    Being ten minutes late meant that the pub sold out of roast before we could order our food. I did not live through the war, so I never experienced Keep Calm and Carry On in its original form. However. I think I witnessed a very close second when four people in our eight-person party were forced to choose another item from the menu at the last moment. I sank very low in my seat as word spread down the table that we had missed the roast. Will blamed our tardiness on a broken-down lorry on a roundabout which did, in fairness, slow us down. But the ugly truth is that I did it. I made us miss the roast. The truth is out now, and it is a huge burden lifted off my shoulders.

    An interesting thing I've noticed about pubs here is that many of them allow dogs inside, at least in certain areas. Will's Nan brought her dog Sasha in with us, which was new phenomenon for me. Sasha handled the whole thing much better than Charlie would have, in that she only barked twice and spent most of her time sleeping on the floor under a chair. This does explain a lot about dinner last night. A women in the pub for dinner had a black lab with her. I remember thinking that it must be a service dog, right up until she tried to leave and the dog became very distracted by locating potential scraps on the floor. And the bar. And the laps of the patrons. I did think that it was surprising behavior for a service dog. Much less surprising from a civilian dog.

    Aside from the roast snafu, lunch was very nice. I got the chance to spend time with Will's Granddad and Nan, Aunt Kathy and Uncle Brian, and Grandma Marina and Bernard. I've learned that being the butt of nearly every joke is something that happens to William pretty much no matter where he goes or with whom he interacts. So I'm really not sure why he isn't used to it by now! Besides having a nice break from being Will's constant ego control, it was really nice to hear about past visits to the UK and some family history. It was also enjoyable to watch Brian attempt to send texts from Will's "email watch." Sadly, none of them went through because of Will's cellphone plan (or lack thereof), but I'm holding out hope that they will send once we return to Texas.

    Still stuffed from breakfast, I opted for a bacon and brie sandwich, thinking that something lighter would be a good choice. I had obviously forgotten that a single rasher of bacon is enough to fulfill one's meat requirement for a month. I may have committed too thoroughly to eating traditionally while I'm here. The food is delicious, but so heavy. I think the only time all day that I'm fully awake is just before breakfast. Once I've eaten my first meal, half of my body's energy is committed to digesting and my brain is left to do what it can. So if you notice typos of other nonsense in my posts, please know that it isn't the jet lag or me being an idiot (probably). Just blame it on the bacon.

    There are two main reasons that we drove all the way out to Winyard's Gap for lunch. Both of them involve being able to look out over the valley. Instead of a beautiful view of the local farms, I got a beautiful view of traditional English fog. Don't ask for pictures, it's a sore subject. I'm told I missed something spectacular. The view from the pub was a bummer to miss, but I've scene so many beautiful landscapes since I've been here that I don't think I will miss it too much. What I am more sad to have missed is the view of one specific farm. Near to the pub is a farm called Axnoller, which is where Will's Granddad was born. The farm has since become an events center for "weddings 'n' shit" as Will so eloquently puts it, so we couldn't have actually gone onto the farm, but there is apparently a nice view of the land from the hill above. You know, when there isn't apocalyptic fog filling the valley. Adding insult to injury, the fog started to burn off just as we gave up and began our return to Illminster.

    There were two sights that I did get to enjoy during our adventure. The first was trees that were very different from those we had seen so far. I had mentioned to Will earlier in the trip that I had expected the woods to be Disney princess kind of woods and the ones we were experiencing were a little...scrubby. The trees we drove past today changed all that. They grow very, VERY tall and so thick that they are able to join together over the road to form a tunnel of sorts. I've since learned that it makes sense for the landscape and the trees to be outstandingly beautiful, as we were in a region that is classified as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. As far as I understand, an AONB is a bit like a historical district back home. They're beautiful to visit and very unpleasant to living or owning a business in. There are requirements for what materials can be used to complete repairs and what flora and fauna can be interacted with.

    The second lovely sight was Sasha resting her head on my lap on the drive back to Ilminster. She's no Charlie, but she's a pretty decent Bandaid.

    This afternoon, the quest for a camera charger continues this afternoon, followed by a trip to St. Michael's Church and a different The George Pub in a different town. So many Georges, so little time...

    In case you're interested in Axnoller Events Ltd for you wedding and/or shit: https://www.axnoller.co.uk/
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  • Day223

    Lyme Regis

    April 5, 2018 in the United Kingdom ⋅ ⛅ 6 °C

    Woah! Wer hätte das gedacht! Was für eine Überraschung! ... okay, das funktioniert nicht - Versuch war es wehrt.
    Nachdem ich Barrington Court besucht habe, bin ich weiter gefahren nach Lyme Regis. Vor fast zehn (... ich weiß nicht mehr ob neun oder acht... deswegen fast zehn...) Jahren war ich schon mal mit meiner Familie in Lyme Regis. Ein paar Sachen wirkten fast bekannt, aber aufregend war das ganze trotzdem!
    Meine erste Station in Lyme Regis, nachdem ich erfolgreich, trotz steilen Straßen (und das sagt glaub ich nicht nur die Ostfriesin in mir!), einen Parkplatz für Toto gefunden habe, war ‚The Cobb‘. Eine Mauer die als Strandschutz ins Meer ragt. Oben drauf hab ich ein Kapitel gelesen und bin dann am Strand entlang gelaufen mit einer Tüte Süßkartoffel Pommes mit Ziegenkäse. Das war echt lecker und das Wetter war gut - ich war glücklich! Ich bin wirklich nicht extrem weit gelaufen, aber genossen hab ich das trotzdem.
    Nach dem Spaziergang hab ich bei Costa einen Cappuchino und in einem anderen Café einen Carrot Cake gekauft, was ich wieder mit zum Strand genommen habe. Da saß ich dann und hab beim Essen gelesen.
    Bevor ich wieder gefahren bin, bin ich nochmal zum Cobb gelaufen. Besonders toll finde ich den, weil er in ‚Persuasion‘ mehrmals vorkommt. Weil da das Wetter nicht gut ist, hab ich auch das Bild genommen mit dem grauen Himmel - der Winkel ist auch besser, aber das Wetter spielt auch eine Rolle!
    Ziemlich bald hab ich mich dann von Lyme Regis verabschiedet und bin zurück nach Shepton Mallet gefahren.
    Hier hab ich vorm, beim und nach dem Essen viel mit Zsuzsanna geredet. Ich hatte einen rundum schönen Tag, der mich dann doch auch ziemlich müde gemacht hat.
    Ich hoffe, ihr konntet euren Tag auch genießen! Jetzt von mir erst einmal gute Nacht und bis morgen! (Dass das dann keine vier Footprints werden, kann ich versprechen!)
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  • Day21

    Dorset Coast day 21 Sun 13 May 2018

    May 13, 2018 in the United Kingdom ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

    Full breakfast at 8am, Drove to West Bay in Dorset. All day parking for two pounds. Walked west to Eype over the cliff tops and continued on to Golden Cap past the Thorncombe Beacon and through Seatown along the South West Coast path. Ate well traveled chocolate biscuits and fruit enjoying the view from Golden Cap. Returned to Seatown via Langdon Hill for beer at the Anchor pub. Afterwards walked back to West Beach and eastward along the coast path till we overlooked a Freshwater Beach backed by mobile portable holiday buildings near Burton Bradstock. Drove to Chideok and bought dessert items, then had dinner at the George Hotel just down the road from Neitherleigh Bed & Breakfast.Read more

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