Precious Seatown

We’re extremely lucky to live a short car journey away from the wonderful sights of the Jurassic Coast. It’s this sense of being so close yet so far that has left us pining for the sea during lockdown and longing for our favourite spot of Seatown. 

Seatown is a simple affair. Rolling hills, pebble beach, lapping waves, single pub. And that’s why we love it. It feels so raw and true. Unspoilt by it’s visitors, it’s purity is energising. A large stretch of beach lines the divide between sea and soil. With miles and miles of uninterrupted, expansive view to one side and the monumental cliff face of the undulating hills on the other. The colours change and intensify throughout the seasons. Vibrant greens of the surrounding farmland in the spring, glistening blues of the lapping water in the summer, soft golden hues of sunlight reflected off of the pebbles in the Autumn and the dark depths of the clay rock face during winter.

I’ve often wondered just how many memories the beach holds. For us it certainly carries a great deal. Memories of sunny days spent dozing in the rays, midweek escapes for dinner on the shore, crisp ventures along the coastline, combing the beach for the perfect pebble. In fact, it was a quiet winters day on Seatown beach that George chose as the perfect time and place to ask me to marry him. I wonder for how many others does this beach hold dear. 

It goes without saying that a drink and some chips at the beaches solitary pub, the Anchor Inn, is a must before continuing the journey home, be it by hike, swim or drive.