How can I describe such an amazing place? I have to be honest: only a very few times in my life I have come across such a breath-taking landscape, but the Jurassic Coast is certainly one of them. The following is the account of my visit 🙂
I leave early in the morning with my travel buddy Lisa. After having looked for the best way to get to the Jurassic Coast from Bournemouth, we buy an off-peak ticket to Wool and then take one of the infrequent no.103 buses.
The bus is empty and when we arrive, we find a very quiet and deserted place. We walk across a campsite, which is open but desolate, and a doubt comes to our minds: “Are we in the right place?”. After a few minutes walking we find a path to the sea and the cliffs! The panorama is stunning, the grass glistens because of a thin layer of frost, the sun isn’t high in the sky yet, and it’s really windy; but I think “This place is worth a visit no matter what the temperature!”. There is no-one to be seen maybe because it’s just 9 in the morning, on an ordinary day of the week. During the morning, we only meet one photographer (he has all the equipment, in order to take his best pictures; and I admit I envy him a little bit) and a handful of people. On the other hand, cows are free to roam and graze. I’ve never seen cows roaming freely, so close to me: at first I’m almost tempted to touch one of them, but then I realise it is best to keep walking.
That’s the famous Durdle Door, an amazing calcareous arch plunging into the cold sea. Its name comes from the Old English word “thirl” that means “bore/drill”. Wave after wave, the erosion by the sea has transformed this 10.000-year old rock into this magnificent arch.
After a couple of miles walking along the slippery and muddy path, we arrive at Lulworth Cove. I can tell it’s easy to fall; especially if you want get away of the recommended path in order to take more photos, as I did.
We are surrounded by nothing but nature: the intense blue of the sea on the one side, and the green of the hills on the other. I love the silence here. I feel at peace, finding myself in such an extraordinary place where there’s nothing or nobody that can disturb me.
As we get closer close to Lulworth Cove, we notice just a few houses in the middle of nowhere and a perfectly rounded hill. I’m not sure why, but seeing this cove from above made me think of Peter Pan’s Neverland.
Once we arrive in the village, we find just a bar, a visitor’s centre, a souvenir shop and an inn. The path continues from the centre of the village and takes us to a panoramic view point, from which we can admire the whole cove, embracing the intense blue sea, and just one lonely floating boat.
The beach is white and composed of small stones, as perfect as eggs. We try to paddle our feet in the water, realising that it’s not as cold as we’ve thought. In the meantime, the day has turning warmer; we lay on the beach to enjoy every ray of sun on our face. Here we are, just surrounded by nature.
This trip made my stay in England unforgettable and I’ve realised that what really enchants me, and what I really want from my trips, is to be close to nature. A landscape is much more powerful than any great and amazing city. This country has surprised me yet again, even though it was November. Well done, England!