England part III: Lulworth Cove

After some time on narrow roads we came down to the coast again, this time to a tiny village called Lulworth Cove. There's a small bay here where they catch oysters and in the summer I'm sure they're doing a brisk trade in all sorts of seafood. It was still a bit early in the season, but some tourists were out and I know I heard Dutch being spoken several times that day. All in all a very idyllic place with a calm, pleasant atmosphere. Do try and get there before it gets too hot and crowded, apparently the village takes in around half a million visitors per year.

All Lulworth Cove pics here.

The Union Jack on high, thatched roofs and a brightly shining sun. Who needs more?


A pond in the small stream that ran through the litte village. So, so cozy.


A duck was swimming about in the little pond, looking as cute as a button and generally contributing to making the scenery as pleasant as humanly - or rather anatidaely - possible.


View to the east.


View to the west. That's my former colleague on the beach, btw.


Nice, eh?


This place is know as Stair Hole. It is apparently in its geological infancy, and may in a few hundred thousand years be the size of today's Lulworth cove.


More about this major landslip in the next post...