A visiting relative was astounded and delighted when we took him to a village called Beer. But we weren’t heading for a pub. Instead we were introducing him to Kenno’s, one of three beach cafés on Beer Beach, part of the Jurassic Coast.
I love this place, with its smooth squeaky stones underfoot and wafting stripy deckchairs; a place where the tea comes in proper china mugs and the people in the café are unfailingly jolly – even when it’s raining. I usually make a little mug-holder with stones beside my deckchair and wander in search of lucky stones with holes in. Bliss.