Realising that it’s been quite a few years since we visited and with a settled day in prospect we drove over to Weymouth in Dorset.
The town established itself as a seaside destination and no doubt increase its popularity with the coming of the railway in 1857, not least because of the glorious sandy beach which stretches away up to the Purbeck coast and being east facing in protected from the prevailing weather.
The river has always been my favourite part of town, when we started sailing, visiting boats would tie up along the wall and raft up. I remember one time the crew of a yacht inside us struggling up and down the ladder to take their huge Pyrenean Mountain dog ashore.
These days things are easier with floating pontoons and ramps installed for visitors. It’s a perfect place to sit and watch the comings and goings with plenty of café’s and bars right on your door step and the centre of town just a short walk away.
Places never look their best on a cold January day, but the town seemed very run down with many empty shops and air of neglect despite the investments made for the 2012 Olympics.
The Cutter Hotel caught my eye and seemed to sum up the situation, a fine old building which if located in Dartmouth or Padstow would probably be a gastro pub run by a celebrity chef.