A long weekend in Dorset

Our weekend of pure luxury began on Thursday night. Our friend Tom picked us up in the most fancy range rover I've ever seen (with a roof which was basically one giant window - Jurassic Park cars!), plied us with champagne and good conversation whilst driving us down to Dorset. Hetty, (the other mastermind behind our fabulous weekend) was waiting for us at her parents lovely cottage. And what followed was the most chilled weekend EVER, full of delicious food and seriously stunning scenery. You'll have to excuse the picture overload.

Friday started with a huge fry-up made using lots of local indregients - eggs, bacon, (goose and plum!) sausages. Then we headed out to West Bay (where Broadchurch is filmed) to walk it all off. West Bay has some amazing cliffs made of very soft rock indeed (it's known to collapse, so walking along the top near the edge is not advised). We took to the beach, before walking along the pier and around the harbour. By this point we all fancied some fish'n'chips but, as it was out of season, West Bay was a bit of a ghost town. Instead we went to a chippy outside of Yeovil (which had a massive queue outside it - always a good sign in my opinion), took our spoils home, drank beer and watched the best shit film I know.

On Saturday we drove to Lyme Regis - walked along the cob, mooched about the town, ate an icecream, discovered an excellent "antique and craft" shop along the sea-front and an awesome bookshop which contained, along with an incredibly electic book selection, a self playing piano! The evening was spent in The Masons Arms in Lower Odcombe eating A LOT of v.good food including amazing muscles.

Sunday was my favourite day. We drove to the stretch of coast just east of West Bay and dropped in on Hive Beach Cafe. If you ever find yourself Burton Bradstock way you need to visit. The food was seriously lush (I had haddock benedict which I can deffo reccomend), both savoury and sweet (SUCH good cakes). They also make their own cider and beer. Bellies full, we walked further east along the cliff tops before wandering down to the beach and heading back to the car. Our last port of call in Dorset before the journey back to London was Eggardon Hill. It's a National Trust site which bears the remains of an iron-age hill fort, oh and the views from it are freaking insane. We reached the hill just before sunset so the shadows and lighting made it even more beautiful. The pictures I took do not do it justice.

So there you have it, the most amazing wedding gift from two very awesome friends (I can not thank them enough).

Go, go to Dorset, it's ace.