As the river footpath from Uplyme to Lyme Regis wound its way through the countryside we came upon this little thatched cottage nestled amongst the trees.
Hubby continued around the corner out of the camera shot and when I eventually joined him … what a feast for the eyes. An old thatched mill, no longer working by the looks of it, but surrounded by some very pretty cottages.
The path, and the river, ambled on through fields and past a few more hidden houses until somewhere along the line we joined up with the Wessex Ridgeway Walk and arrived at Horne Bridge where an old Roman road crossed the river.
And of course, here’s a picture of the bridge, and the river, from another angle …
From here the surroundings changed. It was surprising the difference just “45 minutes” made. The little cottages with thatched roofs which showed the character of the English countryside gave way to the tiny terraced streets of colourfully painted houses which make up a seaside town. I’m still kicking myself for not taking a couple of photos as the streets changed, but my wellies were heavy, my legs were tired and I was very much in need of a rest and refueling stop so I won’t kick myself too hard.
Here’s a quick shot of the Cob, a working harbour, taken from the gardens above the prom at Lyme Regis, the weather was better the next day so I’ll leave you with just this one of the beach for now.
More from before: our weeek in “Lyme Regis” in April 2012.