Finding the Prettiest Little Fishing Village in England
We were lost. Well, not completely lost, just off track.
We put our location into our GPS and didn’t realize there were two towns by the same name. I, having been the one to plan and book the trip but not navigating us, didn’t realize we had the wrong location in the GPS. It wasn’t until I looked up from transferring and editing pictures on my phone that I saw a road sign and knew we were too far North from where we should have been. We quickly pulled off at the next round-about and reset the GPS.
Okay, no big deal, we were only an hour off route and looking on the bright side…. we were able to see more of the countryside!
Now it is afternoon and the sun is spreading a golden hue over the landscape. We are driving down a narrow road only wide enough for two cars to pass within inches of each other. The road is lined with hedges on either side, dispersed randomly with purple, white and yellow wildflowers and ivy.
Beyond the hedges we catch glimpses of yellow fields of rapeseed, in bloom only at this time of year, or green fields dotted with brown & white cows and flocks of sheep grazing among the grass.
The road curves to the right and down a steep hill then curving again to the left where our view opens up to the prettiest little fishing village made of rock & stone buildings and homes. Gardens tucked behind rock fences, and narrow streets with barely enough room for two cars to pass.
We head to our hotel, the Anchor Inn, which was perched on the edge of town atop of a sheer 100 foot cliff overlooking the beach below and the ocean beyond.
The beach was everything you could imagine in a small fishing village, but it was not the sand covered beaches of California or Mexico. Instead, it was covered in pebbles and rocks the size of an egg. Rubber mats made walkways out to the water’s edge where rows of colorful fishing vessels lined the beach.
Rows and rows of pink & blue striped sun chairs sit waiting for the warmer weather to bring crowds of tourists to fill them.
Making our way back up the beach we found abandoned lobster traps and buoys.
Nestled up against the cliff is a long row of beach huts closed until the busy season arrives.
Once settled into our room we were delighted to find beautiful ocean views. The windowsill was decorated with seafaring accessories making the room even more picture perfect.
In the evening, we dined at the hotel’s restaurant wanting to try a traditional English Sunday Roast. It didn’t disappoint, served hot we were treated to delicious slices of roast beef, fresh steamed vegetables, and Yorkshire pudding. What is a Yorkshire pudding? It’s not the type of pudding we eat here in the States, instead it is more like a Dutch or German pancake and served with gravy. It was delicious and savory.
After dinner, we took a walk about the village to check it out. We quickly realized that in the smaller villages and towns of England all shops close around 5:00 pm. We don’t know whether it was due to the time of year or if they close early year-round. There were only a handful of restaurants left open . The streets were quiet, giving us the opportunity to explore and check out the hidden nooks and crannies of town.
Flower filled pots decorated doorsteps, lush gardens abound, a darling little church and awe inspiring chimney’s reminding me of Mary Poppin’s Chim Chim Cher-ee song.
I can imagine how busy it must be when the fishing boats come in with their loads of fish while locals barter for the best prices.
If you feel like going for a walk you can venture down one of these coastal walking paths.
I couldn’t leave without getting an aerial view of the village from above.
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Until Next Time…..Travel On!