West Lulworth, Bishops Cottage 1904
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Photo of West Lulworth, Bishops Cottage 1904

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This is the seaside end of the road through the village. We are looking inland from boats belonging to crab and lobster fishermen William Williams and his eldest son Bob Orchard Williams towards mill buildings and the Cove Hotel (far left). Mill House (centre) has been converted into holiday accomodation.

A Selection of Memories from West Lulworth

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from West Lulworth

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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.
During the war we lived at 4 Sunnyside Terrace. At one point during 1942 Mr Chaffey, the coalman, could not deliver coal because his horse and cart could not get up the hill because of ice and snow. We were rapidly running out of coal. I suggested to my mother that I go up the hill in the middle of the night and cut one of the trees down that were growing in the copse. I did this and sawed the tree in sections ...see more
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.