Looking across the campsite to the distant devon hills

Cannington Viaduct

An Early example (late 1800s) of cement used with stone for railways. 

views across Devon/Dorset border

Brown fields and the Viaduct

The line closed in the 1960s like so many, before taking holiday makers to Lyme Regis and soldiers to D-Day.

Fungus

Probably Dryads Saddle. Never eat anything in the wild!!

Old Watermill on the Lim

Even though the Lim is a small stream, many watermills operated along its length. The Old Town Mill, resurrected in the 1990s is still milling Grain into Flour using water power.

Lyme regis town house

River Lim enters the sea

Buddle bridge, built from 1200s, probably 3rd oldest bridge in Dorset and the visible arch from 1400s.

Lyme Regis Bay

The sea was very very cold

A blue window

Lyme Regis town houses

Eyeing up our Icecreams

Lyme Regis Seagulls are just as greedy as anywhere else.

Looking across the jurassic coast

Throughout the day, as the clouds scudded across the sky, the colours across the hills changed in a mesmerising fashion. The grey band is where all the famous fossils of dinosaurs and turtle pooh might be found.

RNLI taking damsels in distress to the start

This was the RNLI week, with events everyday including small Airshow and a race to paddle to the Damsels, rescue them, and then carry them up the beach.

More Town Houses

Best examples of Fossiles found on the beach

This rock contains multiple ammonite fossils. We also found belemnites and a lot of driftwood.

Mary Anning, mother of all fossil hunters

the ancient seabed uncovered at low tide

Portland bay

As we drove home, this cloud dumped tons of water on us as we drove through its own incessant rain storm.

Star at chesil beach

A wonder of the natural world

oyster cature making a dash from us

End of July 2025, Our favourite area and a lovely new campsite. Fossils, walks, Cream Teas and local Ice-cream.

☁️ Jurassic Jaunt: Fossils, Dolphins & a Dash of Stardust

The clouds may have rolled in, but they couldn’t dampen our spirits as we packed up for yet another pilgrimage to the magical stretch of coast we just can’t quit—the Jurassic Coast. This time, we anchored ourselves in the sleepy village of Up Lyme, nestled cosily up the Lim River from its more famous sibling, Lyme Regis.

Boots on, tea flasks filled, we wandered through sepia-toned fields and over timeworn trails toward the old rail viaduct at Cannington. There's something about stomping through history with muddy soles that makes tea taste better. Fossil fever hit again at Charmouth beach—eyes scanning the shingle like treasure hunters, half expecting a plesiosaur to peek out from behind a rock.

Then came the moment that turned our afternoon tea into a full-blown spectacle: a dolphin, with impeccable timing and zero stage fright, decided to put on a show in the bay. Our cake barely stood a chance against that kind of excitement.

🌌 But the true encore came at night. Two perfectly clear nights transformed our Dark Sky campsite into an interstellar cinema. We lay back, heads tilted skyward as the Milky Way stitched itself across the night, satellites zipped by like cosmic commuters, and shooting stars flared and faded with whispered wishes.

The way back was a scenic smorgasbord—Chesil Beach, Portland, and Weymouth offered their own salty charm before we reluctantly pointed our wheels inland. But I’d bet my last fossil we’ll be back soon. Some places just have a way of pulling you in—clouds or sunshine, dolphin or drizzle.