Both of these visits have been based around DC's new seaside obsession of crabbing. This involves walking along Lyme's famous Cobb (ie, the harbour), finding a suitable spot to set up camp, lobbing the old crabbing net (plus bait - we find bacon works well) in the water and waiting. And waiting. And pulling the net in. Finding it empty. And throwing it back. Mostly this is done by me, while DC issues the orders. "Pull it in now, Mummy." "Have you caught a crab yet, Mummy?" "Can you get a crab now, please, Mummy?" Sometimes we catch a crab or two (or a shrimp or even a fish) until DC's patience runs out and we are free to enjoy the rest of Lyme's delights.
One of the joys of the Cobb is that it is much quieter than the rest of Lyme, especially at this time of year. The other joy is the views (are the views? neither of those sound right) looking over to the beach and town, and also east along the Jurassic Coast towards West Bay and beyond.
|Plenty of small craft in the harbour|
|View along the coast, towards West Bay and beyond|
|DC and Granny|
|Relaxing, while Mummy does the hard work|
|VERY busy beach|
|And town was busy too.|
The next lot of photos are from the second trip.
|That beautiful view along the coast, again.|
|Looking over towards the beach and town|
|Evidence that this is still a working harbour|
|But the costs have probably changed since 1879|
|What a whopper. Except this one was somewhat 'past its best', shall we say.|
|Oh, to be a beach hut owner|
|A quick paddle|
|Get Mummy to fork out for a flag, and then we can go home|