Situated on the Lulworth Estate and the Jurassic Coastline of Dorset, sits this little limestone delight. A natural formation in the rocks produced by countless years of battering by the sea, it is another pretty and photogenic tourist attraction.
Despite travelling there on a cold and windy February day, the area was very busy. We parked in the large pay and display car park just at the top of Lulworth Cove and walked. Be warned, this is a very steep and taxing walk and ill suited to those who are a little unsteady on their feet. The path which is well maintained along the majority of its length, climbs steeply up from Lulworth Cove and over the cliffs and back down to the next bay where Durdle door is located. There are regular signs along the footpath warning that suitable footwear should be worn, and it is necessary once you start to descend down to the beach where Durdle door is located. Despite carefully managed steps, it does become slippery with sections of muddy and soft ground making your journey a little tricky in places.
There is a car park at Durdle door itself which would negate the need to do all the climbing and walking which we found on our descent, much to the chagrin of a red faced husband, but hey, we both need the exercise, I reminded him whilst smiling brightly.
Getting to take a photograph worthy of instagram was difficult as the beach was very busy, not just sightseers but also serious photographers, putting my iPhone to shame. We did however get a few photos and the fresh sea air and brisk walk made for a lovely afternoon.
On returning to the car we decided to wander down to Lulworth Cove itself, which by all accounts is also a large tourist attraction. There were a number of small shops selling the usual touristy treats, ice-cream, teas and coffees and visitor knick knacks (T-Towels with I’ve been to Lulworth Cove written on them). The cove itself was relatively quiet when we arrived, however I understand that in the summer months it is absolutely heaving. Given that it is only a small road in, and a small smattering of shops, I imagine getting an ice-cream in the height of summer means taking your life into your own hands, and driving in and out probably means loosing a few hours of your life you will never get back.
Worth a visit in the quieter times. I would sincerely avoid during the summer holidays.