#lovethejurassiccoast… Let me count the ways. It’s the view of Lyme Bay from the A35, once the tummy twisting vista of a holiday about to start, now the wonderful signal of arriving home. It’s the smell of the slippery grey clays leaching from the cliffs at Seatown. It’s the look on a child’s face when…
I grew up on the coast, a 15 minute stroll from a long white sandy beach where you could walk your dog, say g’day to the five other people you saw and have a dip in 25 degree water at 7.30 on a summer’s evening. So it is with a sense of wry amusement that…
“It’s all wrong!” goes the favoured response of the pedant to the film Jurassic World. “Those are Cretaceous dinosaurs! And where are their feathers? And why are the velociraptors so BIG? They should be the size of turkeys!” and so on and so forth. All completely valid, obviously, but rather missing the point of a…
Continued from Part 1. A few years later our daughter Martha was born, and I revisited all my childhood haunts along the coast with my family. I was now involved in a Duke of Edinburgh group in Corfe Castle where my role would become a leader for children taking their Bronze level award. I had…
When I was three years old I was lucky enough to have parents who would regularly take me and my brother to Kimmeridge for a day on the beach. While there my activities would include picnics, kite flying, fossil hunting, general mucking around and beach combing. I remember many visits to all the Jurassic Coast…
The Jurassic Coast Team and Trust – along with nearly 100 supporters – enjoyed a wonderful evening last Thursday on a springtime sunset cruise boat trip from Poole Harbour. The trip took in the eastern end of the Jurassic Coast from the iconic chalk stacks of Old Harry Rocks, past Swanage and Durlston Head, and…
Those who know me well will know that I am slightly obsessed when it comes to exercise. For me, though, it has always been more about being out there in the elements than about the actual keeping fit bit. ‘The elements’ have varied from the tropical heat and my early days of running while living…
It isn’t often that a brilliantly sunny Saturday morning in Lyme Regis makes me groan and utter the words “oh, if only it would cloud over…”. But that was what we were saying last week when the wondiferous Tim Britton, author and illustrator and all round good egg, was at Lyme Museum all ready to…
It’s a strange thing, the lure of ‘the coast’. I can remember like it was yesterday those summer holidays down to the southwest, eagerly peering out of the window in the back of my dad’s Ford Sierra for that first glimpse of the sea. I usually started looking just past Andover, so I had a…