Isn’t it funny how living near a place often means you never visit it?
You can go pretty much any time you like, but somehow you never quite get there.
The last time I visited Lulworth Cove was back in June 2007. I remember it was cold and grey and rainy, and I was being a stroppy teenager… probably not the best combination for appreciating the natural beauty surrounding you!
This time around the sun was shining and I was on my very best behaviour.
We had a picnic, a quick walk part way up the path to Durdle Door (well, quickish… it’s a very steep path!), and then we strolled down to the cove to laze about in the September sunshine.
We went to the far side of the cove, where there’s an outcrop of rocks – ideal for clambering across in search of rock pools and shells, and perfect for perching on to watch the boats and kayaks, and happy dogs paddling in the water.
It was also the perfect spot to appreciate how very lucky I am to live where I live.
There really is no place like home.