I was away for much of the summer in idyllic Dorset, England. I seem to gravitate toward France when I have a chance, in big part, of course, for the food. But after devouring a couple seasons worth of Downton Abbey, the English countryside beckoned. The food in Dorset, it turns out, is fabulous.
We nibbled on amazing local cheeses and hams at fabulous pubs like the Queen’s Arms,
ate fish and chips at the Hive Beach Café on the seashore,
and sipped on local ciders and pearies.
When we weren’t eating and drinking, we were walking:
But we’re back now. And here’s what was waiting for us: