12 October 2011
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside, especially Dorset’s Burton Bradstock in the rain. Abroad, I like my beaches to be like caster-sugar; soft, idyllic and not too far from a cocktail glass. In the UK, since the beaches are rarely like that, I like them rugged, unkempt and rosy-cheek making.
My last venture to Burton Bradstock was post birthday with a hangover, the weather was tetchy and the waves higher than me. I’m reminded of Edgar Allen Poe’s surf tormented shore, but its my children who try to do the tormenting till they realise how big their opponent really is and have to run away before the sea nips their ankles. Sadly they’re not that fast. Its hours of fun for them, less so for the parents, we’ve seen it all before, and I forgot a change of clothes.
And actually, it’s not so fun for the accompanying dog who wasn’t allowed onto the beach (Nat Trust you see) She was though, treated to a scramble up the hillside, beautiful springy grass and a lovely dune-like texture that made it fun for even the smallest walk-adverse child. We walked until our view was marred by the static caravan park… but then we’re Londoners anyway and were by this time in need of a little sit down and a nice cup of tea. Luckily, this is almost Enid Blyton territory and just the ticket was nearby in the guise of the Hive Cafe. It offers a superb array of food options, from an indulgent lunch to a more modest fish and chips or even homemade cakes. Bit of a wait, but oh so worth it.
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