The Coast

An hours drive through rolling hills, towering hedgerows, and two-way traffic on single lane roads brought us to the southern coast of England.

Mom's New England childhood left her with an insatiable love for the ocean. A sad reality when the closest beach is Ocean City. Lyme Regis was idyllic in the early morning. We walked along the deserted board walk listening to the rolling pebbles against the water and the sea gulls calling. The old fashioned seaside town was picture perfect without the other tourists polluting the frame.

After breakfast overlooking the water, we made our way to Beer, the head of a coastal footpath. We were unprepared for what amazing views the walk provided.

The path started in a field with cow pies littering the dirt path and led out to this overlook.

It continued down with the limestone cliffs towering up above us and the ocean to the left with brambles filled with flowers and berries all around. The path lead us to Branscombe, the little white houses to the right of the picture.

There I spent our last coins at a tea garden nestled in the valley with sheep grazing on the hills, forgetting that we need money to ride the bus back.

So, we had to climb back up this hill. You can't tell from the picture, but it is almost straight up for about 1/2 mile.