Standing in the hallway of a parishioner’s house Tuesday evening, a watercolour scene hung in the wall. ‘Lyme Regis’, I smiled.
The man looked astonished. ‘Did my wife tell you where it was?’
‘No. It’s unmistakeable. We used to go there when I was a kid. You know the actress Meryl Streep? She stood at the end of the harbour wall there in a scene from ‘The French Lieutenant’s Woman’. He looked bemused. ‘It was a film based on a novel by John Fowles; it was quite famous when it was released’. There was a slight nod of agreement; he didn’t look entirely convinced.
Lyme Regis lies deep in the memory. I was eight in 1969 when I first remember there. It was a wet day in August, an uncle and aunt took me out for the day. Wrapped up against the wind and the rain we walked the Cobb and visited the aquarium and sat in the car park and ate Cornish pasties.
Lyme Regis was always a place apart when I was young. It was only an evening’s drive from our house, but to me it was a different world. Visits were confined to day trips until 1971, our first family holiday. We rented a caravan for the week, it cost us £15. I don’t remember really doing very much during that holiday. There were lots of walks down around the harbour; watching the solitary trawler coming in each evening; and I read a book called ‘The Otterbury Incident’.
I was almost a teenager in September 1973 when we moved upmarket and rented a chalet close to the bowling green for a week. It was £20, a big hike from the £15 paid for a caravan. It had full en suite facilities and was much closer to the town. I remember the precise location because we had a dog that was unruly in its behaviour, which was fine at home, but it escaped from our clutches and did a few circuits of the snooker table-like surface of the bowling green before being recaptured. Memories of that week remain vivid. James Bond’s ‘Live and Let Die’ was on at the cinema – I still think of Lyme Regis when I see the scene with the double decker bus going under the low bridge. The pocket money ran to a couple of trips out on the mackerel boats, trolling for whatever one could catch with hand lines. Was it 25p for a 45 minute trip in those days? Most of the holiday was spent doing simple things. I fished with a friend in the harbour, using limpets on lines to catch crabs that we threw back into the water and casting spinners into deeper water in the hope of something bigger. I was allowed to go to the amusement arcade each day, but only as long as my pennies lasted. There was a horse racing game in the arcade on which you could bet pennies; it was mechanical and not very sophisticated, even a young boy could work out how often particular horses won and prolong his stay in the arcade until mid-morning. There was even a moment that I have never had a chance to repeat anywhere of playing a few ends of bowls at the green. The man in charge closely inspected our shoes to ensure that our rubber soled basketball boots would have no detrimental effect upon his turf.
Lyme Regis held a place in my heart because it went with days when memories and impressions and life itself was much more vivid. But that one cinematic scene, Meryl Streep, cloaked in black, standing at the end of the Cobb, added a touch of magic to the place, implanting the harbour scene so clearly in the memory that a painting on a wall in a house far from Dorset recaptured moments long past.
Ian, I remember your crazy dog….!!!!!….I took my 2 boys to Lyme Regis on Monday of this week, we walked along the cobb and then went in The Harbour Inn and I had the best beer battered fish and chips and mushy peas in Dorset…….ahhhhhhhh
Simple pleasures are the best ones.