Day 13: Lyme Regis

The enclosed harbor is called the Cobb.

The city of Lyme is on the River Lim and added the Regis suffix after Royal Charter was granted by King Edward I in 1284. To us, it looked and felt like a bigger city than the previous towns we saw in Devon. People were moving faster, less polite. It’s just across the border in Dorset, but I’m not sure if that’s the explanation, or if it’s just a bigger town.

We walked from our hotel down the hill into the village, bought coffee beans from a friendly micro roaster, and searched side streets and alley ways for something interesting. We found a 700 year old flour mill that had recently been refurbished. Water powered the mill and it was working when we visited.

We took a foot path back that had the creek on one side and water flowing to the mill (leat) on the other. We got pretty turned around and had to employ GPS to recover.

River Lim goes through town.
Raising money for the lifeboats.
Flour mill.
Leat on the left, creek on the right, houses on either side. Charming.
Our hotel in Lyme Regis, from its Beer Garden. (That’s Liza hiding behind the bush on the left.)
Our hotel in Lyme Regis was painted pink.
Axminster station on our way to London.