15/03/15 - Resort

Distance - 6 Miles
Geocaches - 4
Walk Inspiration - Jarrold 11 - Dorset, Walk 3

For our second Dorset walk, we head to the holiday resort of Lyme Regis. As I've not followed in Meryl's French Lieutenant womanly steps, I want to experience the Cobb. Yet it appears that I have been here before. I am reminded by Sonia that we came in 2006, drank in the Volunteer Arms and ate fish and chips at the quayside. This information fails to resonate with me.

If only I kept a blog.

It's also Mother's Day. And I am looking for a table at a dog friendly pub that does a Sunday lunch. We bite the Cobb Arm's hand off when they can squeeze us in at midday, even if it means an early start to the walk.

 Short drive to Lyme Regis and park at a huge car park on the outskirts of town. It is right on the South West Coast Path and on our route, so straight away we are climbing uphill through the mud for the inevitable views.

The Cobb through the Murky March Morning

Dragon's hill climbed, we walk through the rural Rhode Barton.  All farmland, thatched cottages and the odd converted mill.

The first geocaches of the day make their appearance.

Caching Partners abandon me to the hunt

It's the River Limm that will be our handrail back into the town.  First off we get into a conversation with a fellow Labradoodle owner who furnishes us with detailed instructions on where to walk and why the Harbour Inn is the place to go.  The self controlled heated out door patio are a joy to behold.

Following the River Limm to Lyme Regis

The river takes us back into town, where I make a diversion so Sonia can change back at the car into something more fitting for the Cobb Arms.  Our Labradoodle owning guide also mentioned the newly completed quayside stairway that will take us from the car park into town.

£20m of sea defences opened in 2014

Which lead to a town that I don't remember and some gardens before the Cobb

It's 11:30.  Too early for the reservation.  Next to the Cobb Arms is the Harbour Inn and on the patio a sole man is shivering under his bomber jacket.  Yes, its our tour guide.  The heaters have broken. We join him for expensive and complex coffee.  A single shot Mocha is not the way forward, apparently.

Ten minutes killed, we make a quick tour of the Cobb and then head back - ready for warmth and food.

Dorset portions do not lend themselves to puddings.