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We were thrilled to see that the path goes right along the beach for quite a bit. I picture us kicking off our boots and meandering gently across warm, soft sand, the sea on our left, the sun beaming overhead.

​But nope.

This section follows the western end of Chesil Beach. Walking on the shingle (small, loose pebbles) is like trekking through deep snow. Every step forward feels like half a step back. ​

Breaking for lunch at the 4-mile point. Then on we trudge.

We break for tea and cake. Yes, we did just eat lunch.

All those warning signs and the path goes this close to the edge? The wind has picked up and it's a bit worrying.

We are near the end. Just one hill to go down and we'll reach West Bay!

But then this.

The wind is rough!

West Bay just below!

​Fans of the TV show Broadchurch will recognize the iconic east cliff of West Bay as you descend into the village. 

Drinks at The George, which is actually the "new" version. The original George Inn was built around 1820 during the height of West Bay’s shipbuilding era. However, it was tragically destroyed by fire in 1834 along with several neighboring houses.
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The pub was rebuilt in its current form in 1839, just as the harbor was seeing its peak commercial trade (exporting Bridport’s famous ropes and nets). It has stood here through the rise and fall of the great shipyards, the arrival of the Victorian railways, and the fictional mysteries of Broadchurch.

When the first George Inn was built, the area wasn't even called West Bay—it was simply Bridport Harbour. The name West Bay was a marketing invention by the railway companies in 1884 to make the industrial port sound like a more inviting holiday resort for Victorian tourists.