Although it already feels like a lifetime ago, we recently returned from a two-week summer holiday in Dorset.
I cannot overstate how desperately we needed a proper break. Mr L.A. and I were exhausted and the children had been bearing the brunt of our crazy work schedule for weeks. It can be quite daunting to take time off when you’re self-employed, but I’m incredibly glad we did.
Leaving our laptops at home and switching off from almost all social media meant we returned feeling completely refreshed. I guess colourful beach huts and a little sand between our toes was exactly what we all needed.
As we’ve done in the past, we stayed at my parents’ house in Bridport. It’s a vibrant town that makes an excellent base for all sorts of adventures, both along the coast and further inland.
Charmouth has been a regular feature in my life for as long as I can remember. My family has very close ties to the place. Stroll down Higher Sea Lane towards the beach and you’ll pass a memorial bench dedicated to my great-grandmother. Keep walking and you’ll see Poplars, a house that once belonged to my grandfather’s family.
My mum and her three siblings enjoyed countless summer holidays in Charmouth, racing barefoot to the beach down the same narrow path pictured at the start of this post. During our stay, I also discovered that my mum and dad even became engaged during a visit to Poplars.
Regardless of the family connection, it’s a wonderful beach to explore and a great spot for fossil hunting. When the tide is out, there are plenty of rock pools and the Soft Rock Cafe on the East Beach does a lovely cup of tea!
We headed back to Charmouth towards the end of the holiday, but it was a little chilly, so we didn’t stay as long. While the photos from our visit last October prove that it’s lovely whatever the weather, I’d always choose sandals and sunshine over welly boots on a blustery day!
Where are you spending your summer holiday?
Love Audrey xxx