Broadchurch

It doesn’t exist, Broadchurch that is,  but West Bay near Bridport is where the many of the outside scenes were filmed.  When I was staying with my brother & his wife, we would have dinner watching the TV show each week.  Whilst this walk was probably under 10 miles by the time I was done it felt like many times that.

I took a look at this approach to the cliffs and just shook my head.  Maybe if I went along the shore I would find a path a little bit easier.

It is prudent to walk along the shore and use the zoom to get close shots as the cliffs give way at times with no warning and you might not even hear them over the sound of the waves.  A few years ago a young woman was unfortunately killed by a landslide.

This bit will not last too much longer.  You can see the seam.

And I hope no one is tempted to enter these caves.

The fisherman who  told me about the horrible accident (her boyfriend was partially buried and her father saw the whole thing) said he was after “plaice” which is a flatfish than can easily be 6 lbs.

At the end of this first cliff there is a holiday park and my sought for “easier” climb to the top.

Once again the effort  was worth the rewarding views. Keeping far from the edge, of course.

Going down turned out to nearly be as hard as up would have been on the original option. I wish I had a cafeteria tray to slide down on!

West Bay has a protected harbor, many guest houses and places to eat and antique shops.

The public path to return to Bridport (I had arrived walking on West Bay Road) edged the River Brit and was delightful.

The waterwheel behind Palmers Brewery where I tucked into a packed lunch is not currently generating power but one of the staff explained but there are plans to attach a generator since the hard part, the working waterwheel is rotating smoothly.

At this end of town I sat for a bit to rest my legs by a public athletic field and then discovered an area where multiple antique dealers offer some great findings.  Sort of frustrating when my kit is heavy enough but the place was full-on Salvage Hunter.

After a nap I went around the corner to The Tiger Inn.  I had seen a review shouting that this dump was a place to avoid but I took that as reason enough to go see it. The owner Graham knew all about the review and shook my hand when I stated that was the reason I had picked it.  Alister, one of the many Petes and Will made for a couple hours of good, intelligent conversation.  The Craik was good.