Lyme Regis is where we decided to head for lunch. As had been the case with Cornwall, however, the GPS sent us 'the back way.' At one point we were wending our way through a ridiculously narrow city street, walls of buildings on either side of us. I could see in the atlas that it should have been simple: A30 to A30-offshoot. Grrr.
We got to Lyme Regis eventually. We even, during lunch hours, found a chippie, where there was a single piece of plaice remaining in inventory. The chippie is the small white building at the end of the road.