Victorian Weymouth; sea bathing, from starkers to stilettos….

I had previously written about the habit of nude sea bathing in places like Weymouth during the Victorian era, but thought as it was summer, and the Weymouth beach packed with locals and visitors during what has been a lovely season weather wise so far, it might be a chance to share some of the…

The Great Eastern links to Weymouth and Portland Roads.

I have spent years studying the lives of  military men based at the Nothe in Weymouth during the Victorian era and in the course of sifting through old newspapers have uncovered many other fascinating snippets of Weymouth and Portland life that I hadn’t known about. One advantage to being based high up on the Nothe,…

Park Street, Weymouth; 1901

I shall take you for a nostalgic stroll down what was once a very well-heeled and extremely  busy street, bustling with numerous shops, businesses and public houses. The main fairway for most of the thousands of Victorian train travellers into and out of the town.

Weymouth’s long history with the luxury yachts.

I had always heard my Dad talk about the Yacht Regattas that used to take place in our beautiful bay in the early 20th c, and the luxurious and immense vessels that would sail into view in all their glory to attend these momentous occasions. Like most self-centred youth, it used to go in on…

The Victorians love of seaside fairy lights.

Living in a traditional seaside town as I do, I have grown up with, always loved, and miss terribly, the good old fairy lights that used to be displayed around the promenade, someone had rather poetically described them as a ‘necklace of lights,’ and that is just what they were, colourful jewels that once adorned…

Old Weymouth’s High Street; Everyday Life in the 1850’s.

We stop first at no 10 High Street, here lives 45-year-old Charles Buck, a coal merchant.

Love and matrimony came late to Charles, at the ripe old age of 40 he finds himself waiting nervously at the alter of Holy Trinity church for his bride to be.

Victorian Lodmoor.

Being down on the South coast, our weather tends to be fairly mild compared to the rest of the country, I’ve lost count of the amount of times that my hubby had phoned me from work in Dorchester, over the Ridgeway, and would gloat that it was snowing there, of course, in Weymouth, it would…