My aunt Dorothy Whitlock was a collector of seashells and black sand. When you enter the Castle Inn you may notice on your left hand side the mural created by her of shells and black sand. I myself now collect shells mainly from Sanibel Island in Florida and use them with a combination of calligraphy to create pictures.
The first unusual event that I remember was when the tide went out so far that it was possible to walk all the way across the cove; it was also possible to walk out to the two points of the cove. Secondly was when three steamers were anchored at Lulworth at the same time, one was the Empress and another the Victoria but I do not remember the name of the third.
Christmas Eve was a magical time at Lulworth. As a member of the choir I remember how we went around the village singing carols. There was no electricity in most of the village at the time and most cottages used lamps and candles. The church was lit by candles and was a lovely sight in the evenings.