Monday, 2 April 2012
Nice to see normal service has resumed weather-wise in dear old Blighty. Lets just say it's not as blissfully warm as it was. We layered up and headed out to the beach anyway. This time we explored Tyneham, a beautiful spot with a sad, sad story. In 1943 the village and surrounding farm land was handed over to the government for the war effort. All the villagers were evicted with promises that one day they would return. That never happened. Tyneham is a ghost village still used by the military and opened to the public on days that the firing range isn't used.
Most of the buildings are derelict now, only the school rooms and the Church are intact. It's a sad, sad place in such beautiful and remote countryside.
About a mile away down a stony track is Worbarrow bay, a natural cove surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery the Jurassic Coast can offer and it is here we beach comb, play and paddle, and think about that rural community who lived and worked here for centuries, uprooted and never came home.