Friday, 30 May 2014

Getting A Cobb On (Or Going For A Burton Bradstock)


And so to Lyme Regis, so that my companion could stand on the Cobb and pretend to be the John Fowles' French Lieutenant's Woman - even on a bank holiday Monday in May and without a hooded black cloak or a storm to go with it.  

I love the Cobb, the first mention of which is in a document dated 1328 (although it has been reconstructed many times since). What a feat of engineering, though.  




The literary character I was keenest not to emulate, whilst balancing on its slanty walkway with an always excitable Ted, was Louisa Musgrove in Jane Austen's 'Persuasion' who famously falls from it (or at least from its steps) and sustains a serious concussion. 


But look, here's a lovely view over to the distinctive outline of Golden Cap ... 

... and here's some boats on Monmouth Beach upon which the Duke of Monmouth landed at the start of the ill-fated Monmouth Rebellion ... 

... and here's the Cobb and harbour seen from the Jane Austen Gardens on the John Fowles Walk. (I sense a bit of a theme developing here.)

But it's a bit too crowded down on the front, so let us away to Burton Bradstock instead ... 

... where the crows are disreputable ...



... there are fossils for the picking up ... 











 ... and  rather more room for a dog to frolic.  










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