Lyme Regis

Three years ago I was slightly disappointed with Lyme Regis, but this year we really enjoyed it.
We stopped at Charmouth on the Monday morning, and went to the Open Air market, where I bought some Regatta trousers and some walking shoes for Anna.  There is no bank there, so I drew out some money from the post office.
I dropped the family at the little car park by the museum, it is basically a roundabout with parking spaces round three sides, you are lucky if a space comes free. The drive in gets quite narrow at points, the lights are not because there is a junction, but rather the road does not take two way traffic at the corner. There are other points where the road is marked keep clear, and if drivers do not it gets quite awkward when the bus comes the other way.
There is plenty of space at the car park, and it costs only a pound all day, and there are toilets.  Best of all there is a wonderful view of the town the bay and the blue and green waters sparkling in the sunshine.  There is another car park, by the fire and police stations, but you have to drive through some narrow streets busy with pedestrians, it is more expensive and hardly any closer to the beach.
From the bottom of the hill, the promenade leads to the harbour and the Cobb, Broad street has all the shops, and the narrow road leading inland follows the river Lym past the mill and other parts of the town.
We ate at the cafe de Sol, on the terrace overlooking the river. There were no free tables inside, so we huddled under a parasol from the shower, but by the time we had decided what to order the shower was gone and the sky was a bright blue, a beautiful day.
After lunch we explored the area around the mill. I went on the guided tour of the mill, which was very informative. It generates its own electricity, and it mills flour using the water wheel. When I rejoined the family they were in one of the buildings near the mill which was being used as an art gallery. We bought pictures by a local artists Jan Callow and Barbara Green.
Later John and I walked across to the harbour and out onto the Cobb, the stone jetty made famous by John Fowles novel and the film The French Lieutenants Woman.  It was very impressive.  The waves were quite strong, splashing up onto the cobb, while the harbour and the beach enjoyed the shelter it gives. Past the promenade some shallow rocks stretch out to sea, so that the waves were breaking over some distance and the rolled in. It was late afternoon at this point, the sun was getting lower, and shining on the coast and cliff stretching out past Golden Cap and round the bay. It did look very golden.
We came to Lyme a second day, and we spent some time in the shops on Broad Street. The book shop at the bottom held my interest the best, though it would have been useful to remember that the convenience stores stay open longer than our local Londis in Chideock.  The weather was less bright that day, and Anna John and I went walking past the harbour onto the Shingle beach beyond.  It took good notice of the sailing club compound, and on the way back got chatting to someone packing up his Wayfarer, and helped him free his lanyard that had got caught inside the mast.
We had one night time trip to Lyme, when we had a sit down meal eating fish and chips at the Lyme fish bar.  Then we went for a walk along the promenade, and Kim took some pictures of the moon and its reflection over the water.