‘Anne and Henrietta, finding themselves the earliest of the party the next morning, agreed to stroll down to the sea before breakfast. They went out to the sands, to watch the flowing of the tide, which a fine south-easterly breeze was bringing in with all the grandeur which so flat a shore admitted. They praised the morning; gloried in the sea; sympathized in the delight of the fresh-feeling breeze – and were silent; till Henrietta suddenly began again, with:
Persuasion, Jane Austen
Novel references: 2
– Ian McEwan – Chesil Beach
– Jane Austen – Persuasion
Shower facilities: 9/10
Self-timer photos taken: 2
Food and drinks consumed beginning with the letter C: cod and chips, coffee cake, coffee
The story: We parked up on a Haven caravan site in Weymouth. I have never been anywhere like it. It was like a caravan city, with advertising hoardings declaring ‘Tourers never die, they just go static’, it’s own Starbucks and WiFi for the site. As well, of course, as fabulous sea views and its own fish and chip shop. We got some kind of two for one deal which meant we paid £7 for the privilege of heated shower rooms which were immaculately clean and equiped with full length mirrors and hairdryers.
Not that there was much point in using them. We woke up to torrential rain, swiftly abandoned our plan to walk to Portland Bill and drove there in Kermit instead. It was his first proper test on hills and he performed admirably, tackling them bravely in the rain, in second gear. Just running out to get a parking ticket got me soaked and then we discovered the lighthouse was closed for the season anyway. So we piled back into the campervan and drove along the coast to a little place called Abbotsbury where we found a tea room and ate cake for lunch.
We were the only customers along with the owner of a gallery from two doors up, so we got chatting. In walked a very glamorous lady who was clearly engaged in some form of relationship with the gallery owner, but, we decided, one in its earlier stages. ‘I’ve been living in Australia but I’ve come back here to get my life sorted. In more ways than one.’
Aren’t people intriguing?
It dried up a little so we got back in the van and drove first to Chesil Beach, which stretched and stretched and stretched out along into the distance, banked up at least ten metres high against the crashing sea, and then on to Lyme Regis, where CC and I walked along the top in a stiff wind with big waves crashing either side, inadvertantly nearly re-enacted Persuasion’s Louisa Musgrove’s impetuous leap from the Cobb.
‘He advised her against it, thought the jar too great; but no, he reasoned and talked in vain, she smiled and said, ‘I am determined I will’: he put out his hands; she was too precipitate by half a second, she fell on the pavement on the Lower Cobb, and was taken up lifeless!’
Persuasion, Jane Austen