Saturday was Farmers' Market day in Bridport and we arrived fairly early (as you need to do on a Saturday in busy Bridport) after starting out from London at an unearthly hour! All the essential shopping was done by lunchtime, so there was only one place to head for...
To West Bay, for chish 'n' fips, of course!
The Munchkin was eager to head off to the beach...
Ah, there's no mistaking the stunning backdrop of the golden cliffs that make up this World Heritage Site, the Jurassic Coast. West Bay is only a couple of miles from Bridport. When we are lucky enough to have days such as this, I marvel at how you can have everything within just a few short miles: the fabulous shopping and mooching at Bridport, whether it be the finest produce or vintage goodies; to the lovely English seaside, with freshly caught and landed fish and icy cold water to dip your toes in!
Me? Oh, I'm far too chicken for water of that temperature! I managed a cursory dip of the toes before heading back up the beach where my afternoon's entertainment awaited.
But there was no holding back the Munchy one!
He didn't head too far into the water though, spoiled perhaps by too many holidays on foreign shores with bath-warm water, he headed back to get on with some serious construction.
We dragged ourselves away late in the day.
We also popped into the village of South Perrott in West Dorset which was having its fete. I love these events and this one did not disappoint. We saw some beautiful cottages as we wandered round...
(What were they thinking with those uPVC windows?)
The Munchkin enjoyed seeing the classic cars.
Undoubtedly my favourite thing was meeting these gorgeous friends, llamas and alpacas. Oooh, so furry, I loved stroking them. This alpaca was my fave. I really want some of these when we move to the country! You don't even have to feed them, they purely eat grass! Lawnmower and furry friend all-in-one!
Back to the cottage, and time to admire this week's dahlias, purchased from the lovely old gentleman at the Farmers' Market who sells homemade cider, honey and preserves along with home grown veg and flowers. He informed me that his wife had picked these dahlias at 4am that day! (Sorry, Hannah, it's that lamp again!)
We rested awhile in the garden (this is the front garden) which is looking quite pretty although many of the cottage garden favourites have already finished flowering.
Some of the David Austin English roses are flowering again, though. This one is Charles Rennie Mackintosh which is an unusual shade of lilac.
This one is the Alnwick Rose which has a lovely scent.
Too soon, it was time for the Munchkin to head up the wooden hills, tired and happy after such a fabby day, and we old fogies could relax; finally, good enough weather for a barbecue. Out with the bunting and the hurricane lamps then (not forgetting the crochet and the wine!)
Have you noticed how the nights are drawing in already? I feel a bit cross that we had such rubbish weather throughout July, missing those precious extra hours of daylight. It soon became time to go inside although it did look quite tempting...
... especially bed!