Lyme Regis is the place responsible for nurturing and birthing some of the most creative thoughts that have ever rattled around my head and if I could do that languorous author thing where you just sit around and pour them out all day, I surely would.
Living in Lyme during the spring, summer, autumn or winter is nothing short of amazing. You might find this hard to believe but some people moan about being here off season, because there’s nothing to do; I think if grey cells were taxed, they’d be due a rebate.
Personally, I quite like the fact that the nights draw in early. You can hear Mother Nature keeping herself busy turning all the contrast and brightness down. I can wear my longest charity shop jumpers (I favour their kidney-warming capabilities over fashion any day). My overriding cooking dilemmas are what colourful veg and lentils to combine in today’s fart-foodie casserole and I can eat porridge more than three times a week without appearing boring. I enjoy keeping the warm in by drawing the 3.5 metre lined curtain across the single glazed, Grade II listed energy vampire of a window on the landing and I have a valid reason for turning on the three gorgeous old lamps in the office in the early afternoon. Their eco-bulbs cast a sumptuous soft glow around the room and they make me want to snuggle up with a large hot mug of tea whilst listening to classical music and writing life-affirming poetry and diary entries in secret books with beautiful covers that I’ll hide somewhere and my grandchildren will paw over them fondly when I’m long dead, saying, ‘Nanny West knew what it was all about, didn’t she’…
I’m also quite happy with the brisk reality of having no central heating because it presents me with a valid reason for taking my husband to bed early to fool around and keep warm, although keeping warm isn’t the primary driver (I’m not bloody dead yet). Unfortunately, the reality of work generally presses and like everyone else who dreams for a living, I have to dedicate most of my working hours to, you know, working.
On the subject of the weather, however, one personal downside to living anywhere during the chillier months is they tend to make me want to stay in during the evening. I am a very happy home bird, but if everyone that resided in a tourist reliant home town stayed in from November to February, their wonderful restaurants, cafes and shops would go bust in a heartbeat.