East, West or Cove?

Nice relaxed departure from the flat at Portsmouth (actually we were in a village called Rowlands Castle, about 10 miles out of the city.) We drove off at 9 on the dot, but we refuelled at the petrol station almost next door. We've driven about 330 miles (why miles? Everything else is metric; why can't they count in km here? Miles go so slowly.) The car was just under half full, but I thought it would be too expensive to refuel all at once. But actually it only took 27 litres (see? Litres!) and cost about 35GBP, so that wasn't too bad. So we did that, and debated cleaning the car, and then cleaned the windscreen, and then triedto go out the in gate, and then finally we were away.

Our plan was to pop into Christchurch for a coffee, ans then we'd see what happened next. We got there at about 10.30 and chose a cafe from the dozen or so on the High Street. Then, since the church was just up at the end of the street, we popped in to compare it to our one. The "church" is in fact called the Priory, and had its 900th anniversary around 20 years ago. One of the pictures on this page shows part of a medieval carving of a nativity scene. Parts of the church are Norman, others are medieval, and what seems amazing to us (given the NZ situation where anything over 120 years old gets a heritage order and can't be changed) is how successive generations are happy to fix up, add to and carve into the older parts, carving into the stone for drainpipes and electrical wiring. There was a painting in the nave from about 1968 that looked perfectly appropriate for its surroundings. We chatted with a couple of the guides, one in particular of whom was quite knowledgeable about Chch NZ and was very interested in the Cardboard Cathedral. We stayed for about an hour, so by now it was lunchtime. There was a mill nearby, which we had never seen a real one of before, so we went to see that, (again, Tudor stone built on a Norman foundation, with Victorian repairs) and we had fish and chips nearby. OH, and there's a River Avon nearby (but it's only a stream - Mill Stream - that branches off the Avon to power the mill. There was swans on it. See picture.)
A suggestion we had received for where to go on this night was a place called Swanage, but when I looked it up all the accommodation looked a bit expensive. I looked up a couple of other suggestions, and Google Images made a place called Lulworth look very attractive. I called the first hotel on Google's list, and they had a room available at a price we were prepared to pay (not a lot different from the ones I had earlier spurned, to tell the truth). But now we had a place to stay and so we had somewhere to aim for.
Our fuel efficiency might not continue as well as it started though, as the trip in the afternoon was hilly and windy, and for a very large part was conducted in 3rd gear. That can't be good. But oh so picturesque. Thatched-roof cottages and stone houses lined up along the street, with little to no footpath between them and the street. So pretty. And the village we are now staying in is more of the same. Although some of the houses only look as if they were built in the last 5 years, they actually have thatched roofs, presumable to retain the visually attractive street frontage.
This evening we walked about half a mile along to the next village, which I think is

probably called Lulworth Cove. There is a cove there. And some fascinating rock formations. (This whole area is called the Jurassic Coast. Lots of limestone, lots of fossils. More of that tomorrow, I expect.) So what is our village? Is it Lulworth itself? I thought I'd booked in to Lulworth West. I can't remember if we drove through Lulworth East to get here, so maybe we're in East, and West is the one with the cove, and Lulworth Cove is actually a geographic feature and not a village at all. I don't know where we are!!