WITH Tamara Drewe fever about to hit Bridport like a stray copy of Country Life thwacking against the windscreen of a builder’s van, the repercussions are already being felt.
On a quiet country lane at East Chelborough, a car pulls up to take a look at the striking thatched house on the roadside. You can see right inside the front room. Gemma Arterton is not in.
Down the road at Salway Ash, an opened-topped Mercedes is parked at the end of a drive, next to the wibbly-wobbly fence put up for the film and still there for all to see. A middle-aged couple peer through the trees to get a glimpse of the location for the writer’s retreat.
And at the village pub in Yetminster, Tamara Drewe ale is on sale.
‘Which scene is it that takes place here?’ asks a wide-eyed punter.
‘The one in which the Gabriel Oak-inspired character bangs the barmaid up against the chill cabinet,’ answers the lady from the WI.
I almost choke on my beer.
Editor’s Note: Read more in The Guardian from Maddie Grigg on Tamara Drewe and the Dorset countryside
Her own blog can be found at http://worldfrommywindow.blogspot.com