READER, WHEN THOU HAST DONE ALL THAT THOU
  CANST, THOU ART BUT AN UNPROFITABLE SERVANT. 
  THEREFORE THIS MARBLE AFFORDS NO ROOM FOR
  FULSOME FLATTERY OR VAINE PRAISE.

  SR.  R.N. (Robert Napier).

Behind the church is a beautiful old manor house, and the village has some delightful examples of the unspoilt and typical thatched stone cottage of Dorset.

A lane to the north leads down to the valley of the Bride and the direct road back to West Bay.  A mile to the east is Litton Cheyney and, a mile farther, Long Bredy up among the hills where the Bride rises.  Turning west from the lane end, the road descends the valley toward the sea amid beautiful surroundings, and reaches Burton Bradstock in a short three miles.

Bradpole village is a mile north of Bridport Town station.  The rebuilt church is hardly worth the short journey, but mention must be made of the monument in the churchyard wall to W.E.  Forster, who was born in a cottage not far away.  Another tablet commemorates the flight of Charles II through the village.  Loders, a mile farther, and Uploders, a continuation on the other side of the Dorchester railway, are worth a visit.  The former was once the seat of a Benedictine priory founded in the reign of Henry I. The church has a hagioscope and a square Norman font.  A doorway and window of this period in the chancel were uncovered during restorations.  The winding stairway to the chamber over the porch will be noticed and a representation of the Crucifixion on the lower stage of the tower.

The road from Bridport to Lyme Regis has been described as the best and the worst in the south of England.  For the occupant of a touring car the way is a succession of changing views as charming as they are varied.  For a loaded horse the eight and a half miles of switchback must be a long-drawn-out agony in which the descent of the last hill into Lyme is worse than the terrible pull to its summit.  The writer knows this road only from the point of view—­and pace—­of the pedestrian, and he knows of few more lovely or more tiring.  Fanny Burney described the drive as “the most beautiful to which my wandering feet have sent me; diversified with all that can compose luxuriant scenery, and with just as much approach to the sublime as is in the province of unterrific beauty.”  The long ascent of “Chiddick” Hill commences soon after leaving the mill pool just outside Bridport.  To the right, a turning leads to Symondsbury, where there is an old cruciform church with a central tower and, in the chancel, the tomb of Bishop Gulston, uncle of Addison.  Away to the left and near the sea is Eype in a delightful combe that ends in the sea at Eype Mouth.  On Eype Down is an ancient earthwork of much interest to archaeologists.  It was from this hill that Powell, the aeronaut, was blown out to sea in a balloon nearly forty years ago.

[Illustration:  CHIDEOCK.]