I wanted to share with you guys the little Dorset coastal town we’re staying in, called West Bexington.
It’s teeny tiny, and only about half populated in the winter. The photo below is one our hosts have in their home of an arial shot of the entire town (see how small?!). But at the end of the aptly named Beach Road, there’s a beautiful beach, supposedly one of the best in England for fishing.
It’s definitely remote, but thankfully, still within grocery delivery range so I can have all the scones with jam and clotted cream that I could ever want. (Side note: The US really needs to get on the grocery delivery train. It is badass.)
The house is a beachy little cottage, with tons of natural light and two of the most precious pups to watch over. That’s Rowdy on the left, and Pinto on the right.
The sunlight streaming in every afternoon really makes me happy after a month of rain in Leeds.
And the town feels quintessential British countryside. We have a post box and iconic red phone booth right outside our front door! Plus, the rolling hills are so relaxing and I can’t get enough sunshine.