Thomas Hardy said it and I think he was right: "It is better to know a little bit of the world remarkably well than to know a great part of the world remarkably little."
Of course, Hardy was referring to writers, but his advice could easily apply to travelers who want to do more than troop around to overcrowded tourist attractions, mentally cutting notches on their carry-ons as they systematically visit places they "can't afford to miss."
There's no denying that the "if it's Tuesday it must be Belgium" approach gets the job done in a fast and efficient manner. Perhaps this way of traveling can be justified for the first time traveler with limited time and budget. But after one whirlwind tour it's better to settle down to something more satisfying, something that can bring valuable lasting memories rather than a quickly forgotten jumble.
If England is your choice what better plan could there be than to take the advice of writer Thomas Hardy and visit the land he loved and knew so well, the land that gave him the framework on which to hang his novels, short stories, and poems: the County of Dorset on England's southern coast.
Dorset is the ideal choice because the county is the country in miniature. Dorset was invaded by the Celts, the Romans, the Saxons, and the Normans. They all have left their mark.
Within the borders of Dorset – a small county measuring about 95 kilometers by 65 kilometers – there is a selection of most of England's landscapes. The conflicts are represented by Maiden Castle where Roman met Celt, by the Bloody Assizes where authority met the Monmouth rebels, and Tolpuddle with its martyrs to social justice. England's art forms are represented by the Cerne Abbas Giant, the Abbey Church at Sherborne, and of course, the writing of Thomas Hardy. In all of these categories Dorset is a mirror of England.
I don't mean to suggest that Dorset today looks just as it did in Hardy's day, but the wonder is not that so much is gone but that so much remains. Tourist offices throughout the county can provide guides for those wishing to recapture Hardy's Wessex.
There's always a way of getting about to even the smallest burg. I've discovered the little English country bus – national treasures that most travelers don't consider or even know about. With a little planning and a stack of Dorset guides, bus and train schedules, I find I can get around very well on my own without renting a car. It isn't because it's so much cheaper, although that part is lovely, it's because I'm still too chicken to drive in England.
The intrepid traveler can visit Marnhull, which Hardy called "Marlott," a small village near Shaftesbury. There is a meadow there that would be perfect for illustrating the May Day dance wherein Tess of the D'Urbervilles danced with the village girls in their white dresses.
In Evershot, (Hardy's "Evershead"), one can still see the building known as Tess's cottage because it can be identified as the one where she stopped and took breakfast on her walk to Angel Clare's house.
Near Frampton (Hardy's "Scrimpton"), in the Frome Valley, there is a spot where cattle graze. If you see it in the cool, clean light of early spring with everything softened by morning haze, you might easily imagine Tess, when she was a milkmaid, emerging from the mist. The cows are Friesians, which they would not have been in Tess's day, but it makes no difference, Hardy's countryside is still there.
I think Hardy would approve of the towns and villages of Dorset today. Dorchester would be a good place to start exploring.
It can be easily reached by catching the Weymouth train from London's Waterloo station. It takes about two hours. Dorchester is two stops before the end of the line in Weymouth. Alternatively, there is a National Express Coach from Victoria Station.
Dorchester is the "Casterbridge" of Hardy's novels. He lived there for the last half of his life, and his home, Max Gate, is nearby on the Wareham Road. His study has been recreated in the County Museum on High Street. Just across from the museum is the house where the infamous Judge Jeffreys stayed when he sat in judgment on the remains of the Duke of Monmouth's army. Today it's a cozy restaurant.
Just a short walk down the Roman Road is Maiden Castle , the most massively defended prehistorical earthwork in Britain. Archaeologists have found evidence dating back to the Iron Age. One can walk on its grassy ramparts lush with wild flowers and consider what it must have been like to have lived there before the Roman invasion.
To the south of town lies Maumbury Rings, an amphitheater already centuries old when the Romans took it over for games, contests, and gladiatorial combats. Later it was used for public hangings; the last, in 1705, when Mary Channing was found guilty of poisoning her husband.
Dorchester is steeped in historical atmosphere, but there is much to appreciate in the Dorchester of today. It's not all tarted up for tourists; its citizens are too busy going about their daily business to pay any attention to visitors. It has all of the necessities: supermarkets, department stores, banks, and restaurants all conveniently arranged on its main streets. It's just as Hardy said, "as compact as a box of dominoes." It may not win "Most Beautiful" contests, but it has character and charm. These pleasing qualities seemed to have happened naturally rather than by calculated plan.
From Dorchester it's easy to reach dozens of villages in a matter of minutes, villages with intriguing names like Sydling St Nicholas, Ryme Intrinsica, Maiden Newton, Melbury Osmond, and Cerne Abbas.
Dorchester has almost limitless possibilities. One could easily spend six weeks based in this town alone, but there are other towns, just as rewarding, that would make a good base: Sherborne with it's two castles and beautiful Abbey Church, Swanage with its lovely beach, Poole with its busy harbor, or Wimborne with its fine minister and stylish shops,
In Lyme Regis it is possible to walk out on the Cobb. With the wind dramatically lashing the waves in the background you can pretend to be Meryl Streep or Jeremy Irons as they appeared in the movie version of John Fowles' The French Lieutenant's Woman. John Fowles' own house can be seen from the Cobb.
If Abbotsbury is used as a base one can visit the Swannery where, at nesting time in April, over 300 nests cover the meadow at the head of Chesil Beach. The swans were introduced by Benedictine monks when they created a monastery in the eleventh century.
In Wareham one can stay at a little inn by the Frome River and watch the sailboats on their way to Poole Harbor. Breakfast can be taken on the terrace, so close to the water it is possible to shake hands with the skippers as they sail by.
There is a Lawrence of Arabia exhibit in the town museum. Clouds Hill, where Lawrence was living when he was so tragically killed in a motorcycle accident, is just a few miles from town. The National Trust owns it now.
From Wareham it is just a ten minute drive to Corfe Castle. This village of stone is among the most beautiful in England, but its history is dominated by cruelty and bloodshed.
I couldn't find a bus that went directly from Dorchester to Corfe but my traveling library of Dorset literature told me I could catch the 10:45 train from Dorchester's South Station and arrive in Wareham at 11:15. There would be a forty-five minute wait at the station, then I could catch Wilts & Dorset's No. 143 bus on it's way to Swanage. One of its stops was Corfe Castle Village – with a little sleuthing I always find a way to get around on my own.
The castle stands on a conical hill in the center in the only gap in the ridge of the Purbeck Hills that separate Purbeck from the heath lands to the north. During the Civil War it withstood two different sieges but was finally delivered into the hands of the Parliamentarians because of treachery within. Parliament voted to destroy the castle in 1646, but, although it was mined and blasted, the massive towers did not fall but sank into the mines where they still remain, ruined but upright. It's an awe-inspiring sight, one of many to be found in Dorset.
Surprisingly, the things in Dorset that are the most fun are either free or cost very little. Things like:
I like to think that traveling on my own without a rigid itinerary is the best way to travel. There is one drawback. When I stumble on a remarkably interesting or lovely place by accident, I'm not likely to know what to look for. I might pass up some fascinating feature without even knowing it's there. However, I've found the remedy for this flaw in an otherwise perfect mode of travel – I do some homework and return. Most travelers would rather continue on to some new unexplored territory; but I'm sure Thomas Hardy was right; it is better to know a little bit of the world remarkably well than to know a great part of the world remarkably little.
Joanne Paul has much more to say about Dorset. Read all of her stories online.