Lyme Regis is a postcard beach town straddling the Dorset-Devon border in Southwest England. On past occasions, it has been roamed by Meryl Streep in a flowing cape and at other times, by giant Jurassic Ichthyosaur crocodiles with fins for feet.
Modern day sightings of Meryl occasionally pop up on Netflix as the French lieutenant’s woman, while a Jurassic croc was last spotted 25,932,750,155 days ago.
Nevertheless, there is ample fossil evidence of Jurassic inhabitants to warrant the signs that warn “please be vigilant when paddling and report any sighting!” Upland, on the quaint, ultra-narrow village streets the most fearsome species encountered, to cite a few, are Toyotas, BMWs and Jeeps. It is said that Britons drive on the left but in much of Lyme Regis, there’s only one lane with occasional sidewalks used for passing.
Investigation of the town, however, proves rewarding for those brave enough to set out on foot.
We returned time and again to the Cornish Bakery on “Broad” (ha-ha) Street to savor the meal in a crusty half-moon blanket, called a pasty, that fortified Cornish miners for centuries. Inside the crust you will find minced meat, sliced potatoes and turnips. For the hungry miner or modern diner, they are a deliciously satisfying handful.
In addition to the classic pasty, offerings now include curried, fruit-filled and vegetarian variations.
Pasty shops are ubiquitous along the lanes of Lyme Regis if you can dodge the fish & chips vendors.
Nor does Lyme Regis lack posh dining, usually sea-supplied. One delicious example would be the Harbour Inn close to the picturesque Cobb breakwater offering pan-roasted Lyme Bay plaice, bouillabaisse, rib-eye steak with brandy sauce, slow-roasted pork belly or simply the daily lobster catch...George Ridge