Back in the autumn of ’16 the Tailles suddenly announced that they would like to make a short trip to the UK. We have been leaning on them for a good while to cross the Channel with us, so we jumped at the idea and immediately pencilled in a window. As things then shaped up we ended up booking a trip of three days immediately after the second election for French president where, fortunately, the French demonstrated good sense and voted for Macron over Le Pen. This would fit in just nicely before their trip to Frejus.
And so it was that we crossed the Channel, enjoying views of Old Harry rocks and Brownsea Island. We would have two full days to give Francois and Fefe a flavour of our lovely county. On the first day we were aiming for Lyme Regis via Milton Abbas and Cerne Abbas where, after the statutory viewing of the Giant, we went to the New Inn for lunch and were lucky to find that their fish and chips was a of a high standard.
Nick chose a smoked fish platter. After eating we sat outside whilst Fefe enjoyed a relaxing cigarette with her coffee and then it was time to head off for Lyme Regis.
Nick has the luck of the devil when it comes to parking and he managed to get us into the small carpark down by the frontage, next to the Museum. We would then spend a very contented hour and a half enjoying the walk along past the Sundial house and the assorted shops and cafes along the stretch that allows the visitor to look out from the beach to the small harbour and on out into the expansive Lyme Bay.
The following day I messed up in terms of losing some good sightseeing time. In the process of shuffling handbags I mislaid the black wallet in which I was carrying all four passports. I got as far as believing that it had fallen out of my bag on the previous day and tried to get in touch with the police to report the loss and see if the wallet had been handed in at any of the venues we visited. I discovered that these days there is no real police ‘service’ anymore. You speak to anonymous people who tell you that you must deal with the matter online. That even if it had been handed in the police would not be at liberty to hand the lost item over in the event of fraud. Not to mention that each passport would have our mugshots to validate our claim!!! Not wanting to burn my bridges by invalidating our passports (which would happen once the loss is reported) I phoned all the venues we had visited the previous day. It was whilst conversing with my last hope that I noticed the wallet hidden by some pots in the back kitchen. When I saw it I knew instantly that I had been in the process of moving it when I suddenly remembered that I should light the oven to cook our breakfast rolls.
So after that debacle we were late setting off for the day. We went to Dorchester to buy a couple of things for the Tailles and picked up some sandwiches at M&S. We had our statutory bottle of Rose in a cool box and we ate our small picnic on the grassy cliff top at Preston. We then drove over to Portland for a quick breezy walk around the lighthouse and Pulpit Rock,
then back to Winterborne K but not before we stopped to take in the view along Chesil Beach which never fails to please.
So ended two full and active days with the Tailles in Dorset. Nick and I both felt that it was a major achievement to root F and FF out of their agreeable sanctuary on the quay at St V. That evening we ate supper at The Greyhound. The Tailles may well have eaten fish and chips again, I do not recall. However Fefe’s ecstatic experience with the Rose wine on offer at our local pub is a whole other story which, however, must remain between Jackie who served Fefe and the Lights!