How come its always sunny on Broadchurch aka West Bay? I really don’t remember when it was dry for so many days in a row but its TV, so of course it must be true.
The sun was out, brilliantly, on Saturday morning. We ambled round Bridport market, feasted on delicious warm spelt croissants from Leakers and bought various gems from the other stalls. Too early for curry at Spice and Rice but I was sorely tempted. Broadchurch was calling, so a climb up the cliff followed by a dig in the sand, sheltered by the cliff, hit the spot; a hint of Spring. We were debating whether to get one of the kids to reenact the murder spot at the base of the cliff. But worried that it would create a childhood trauma and subsequently a large therapy bill later in life, when the nominated child remembered it’s errant parents deed.
So here are the Broadchurch shots: