It feels like Summer has well and truly arrived. Doors are open, duvets aren’t being slept under, it’s officially ‘too hot’ to run at convenient times of day (that’s my excuse right now, anyway). We caught the first few days of this in Dorset, when the sun was out but it was blustery and cool, the first sunny 48 hours before a giant summer storm swept through and the beginning of a heatwave proper.
We’d never been to Dorset before, but it won out when we found photos of Durdle Door and Studland Beach online and then found out the bonus: only 2.5 hours drive from London!? Score!
So that was that decided. B&B booked, car hired, off for a mini adventure, and to Instagram the bejays out of it all along the way. The first day was leisurely but sort of busy: trekking over the cliff between Lulworth Cove and Durdle Door (reliably informed by a lovely friend that this is Lulwind Cove in Hardy’s Far From the Madding Crowd. Wait, a place I’m exploring before a book made me want to visit!? How novel. Promptly bought a copy, now it’s in my giant to-read list).
Durdle Door (above) being named from the old English ‘thirl’, which means ‘to bore or to drill’, by the way. You know, just in case you were interested.
The water was such a stunning array of blues, shimmering and inviting, that you wanted to just dive straight in. Excepting the fact that even though it was incredibly sunny, the wind took the edge off the heat so much that everyone was in jumpers and jackets. Didn’t stop me getting a little jealous of the people leisurely sailing and canoeing about the coves though.
We trundled on down the path, bought a cup of tea at the totes adorbs Dorset Tea van and crashed on the pebble cove beaches for a little while, skimming stones and snoozing. You know, gathering strength for that giant climb back. I’m not even kidding – some people were attempting it with buggies and the like. Why, people? Why? Alright, the view tells me why, but still. You are crazy.
The rest of the day was lost somehow, pootling around Dorset roads, with a couple of hours in the evening light and high tide on Studland beach – another National Trust piece of land, but I don’t mind telling you that ‘Bamburgh Beach’ (or St Aiden’s Dunes to give it its proper name) definitely wins out for Most Beautiful Beach. Not that I’m biased or anything…) and having a drink in the Square and Compass in Worth Matravers, where the pints are served through a little hatch, the seats outside are roughly hewn slabs of stone and there was some sort of raucus poetry night going on in a little shut-away room. Dorset you are amazing.