Dorset, United Kingdom

The Bull Hotel

Price per night from$143.76

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Fresh prints, belle air


Busy little Bridport

At The Bull Hotel, an 1850s coaching inn (standing on the site of an earlier 16th-century inn) in food-fabulous Dorset, Regency elegance is meted out with a modern eye for detail in a relaxed setting. Stripped wooden floors and well-chosen antiques partner bold-print papers and fabrics in a vintage-chic decorative scheme that's guaranteed to win hearts and minds. Perfect for a relaxing weekend exploring the Jurassic Coast; good value and very family-friendly, too.

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Photos The Bull Hotel facilities

Need to know


19, including one suite and four junior suites.


11am, earliest check‑in, 3pm but occasionally flexible by prior arrangement.


Double rooms from £109.00, including tax at 5 per cent.

More details

Rates include breakfast.


The Bull Hotel has a bright and beautiful Victorian ballroom with a minstrels’ gallery that can be used for wedding parties of up to 110 people.

At the hotel

Courtyard, games room with a DVD player and DVD library. Space for bicycles to be parked. In rooms, deluxe bed, flatscreen TV, black‑out blinds, free WiFi, robes, Bramley toiletries.

Our favourite rooms

The Red Four‑Poster Room (104) will kindle romance with its vividly hued walls, gorgeous bed and vintage roll‑top bath. The Palm Double (201) is a Master Room with bold palm-printed wallpaper and lamps with palm-tree stems. The three Family Rooms (301, 108, 106) have unique details and vivid wallpapers, and couples can get very cosy in the Snug Rooms' cabin-style beds.

Packing tips

Kites, jelly shoes and frisbees for the beach.


Two-night minimum stay at weekends.


Very welcome. Family Rooms have bunk-beds and space for a cot; there's a £30 charge (a child a night) for an extra bed for all other room types. There's a kids menu with trusted favourites and table football in the Ostler Room.


More than welcome: there are three Family Rooms with bunk beds; cots can be added for free, on request.

Best for

Babies and up – children of all ages welcomed.

Recommended rooms

With bunk-beds and space for a cot, if needed, the Family Rooms are the best option for broods.


You can walk to the nearest beaches at Lyme Bay, or go on a fishing trip from nearby West Bay.


Children are welcome in the restaurant at all times. The chef has devised a tempting children's menu with simple yet tasty dishes (fish and chips, grilled chicken and veggies, sausages and mash), and the kitchen is happy to heat up bottles and baby food, store children's food in the fridge, and provide packed lunches.

No need to pack

There are high chairs in the restaurant. Bramley toiletries provided in the bathrooms are gentle enough for children to use.


Be aware that the hotel's car park is quite small and gets full fairly quickly. There is a public car park only 50 metres away.

Food and Drink

Photos The Bull Hotel food and drink

Top Table

On fine days, outside in the former stableyard; on cold ones, by the fire.

Dress Code

Vintage English weekend wear.

Hotel restaurant

The neutral‑toned restaurant is informal enough to make you feel as though you’re dining at a friend’s house – a friend who’s extremely handy in the kitchen, mind. Chef George Marsh's seafood‑focused menu has netted press plaudits aplenty, and is on offer till 9.30pm. 

Hotel bar

Venner Bar (open from Wednesday to Saturday, and occasional summer and bank-holiday Sundays) is named after a 17th‑century perpetrator of the Monmouth Rebellion who was involved in a shoot out in the Bull; but today the only shots you’ll hear are the ones being poured at the bar. On Friday evenings there are free canapés to kick off the weekend with at 6.30pm; arrive on time, these can go fast. Last orders run till late.

Last orders

Lunch is on offer between noon and 3pm, dinner from 6.30pm to 9.30pm in the restaurant. Check with the hotel before you head out for an appetite-building ramble, as times can vary. The Venner Bar serves from 5pm till late.

Room service

The full restaurant menu – plus anything bespoke that the chef can rustle up – is on offer during normal kitchen hours.


Photos The Bull Hotel location
The Bull Hotel
34 East Street, Bridport
United Kingdom


From London Heathrow, the drive will take two and a half hours. Bournemouth airport is the closest, around an hour's drive, or fly into Southampton, an 80-minute drive from the Bull.


The nearest main station is Dorchester, a 25-minute drive from the hotel. From London Waterloo, the journey will take two and a half hours. Axminster and Crewkerne stations are both under 30 minutes away.


Driving from London will take around three hours. The A35 will assist your journey west. Limited parking is available. If you don't get a space, there's an alternative car park down the road.

Worth getting out of bed for

There are seaside and countryside walks aplenty from Bridport: go for a breezy walk on the beach; inland, follow the Brit Valley Way, which starts at West Bay. Otherwise, enjoy gently ambling through town and wobbling from gastropub to antiquarian bookshop to tearoom. You're at the official gateway to the Jurassic Coast, so fossil hunters are occasionally rewarded with rock-bound treasures uncovered along the strand. To see the spectacular coastal and countryside views with ease, try a electric bike tour with an experienced local guide from Jurassic Electric. And every summer, Bridport’s annual Food Festival punches well above its weight, gathering top-notch regional producers, chefs and farmers together for a celebration of all things edible.

Local restaurants

The Stable, a restaurant in the coaching inn behind the hotel, is a casual affair, with stone‑baked pizzas, pies and 57 varieties of cider on offer. In Lyme Regis, Hix serves up the very best fresh fish in a charming seasidey setting; you’ll need a reservation. On Saturdays and during school holidays, Bridport’s Electric Palace provides family‑friendly meals, although it’s no longer the proper brasserie it once was.

Local cafés

Have lunch or cream tea at the Hive Beach Café in Burton Bradstock, an alfresco favourite with award‑winning ice creams and smashing seafood. Bella’s at 7 South Street in Bucky Doo Square serves delicious home-made cakes, soup and sandwiches. Stop at Rachel's in the centre of West Bay, a kiosk serving fine sea fare such as chowder, crab salads, prawn platters.

Local bars

Beach & Barnicott is a grade II‑listed gastropub in Bridport and a fine place for a cosy drink – with good food, too.


Photos The Bull Hotel reviews
Lucy Mangan

Anonymous review

By Lucy Mangan, Comedic columnist

‘When I am president of the world,’ said Mr Smith, gazing about him as we stood before the open fire waiting to check into the Bull Hotel in Dorset, ‘all hotels will look like this.’ The Bull Hotel was bought by Richard and Nikki Cooper in 2006 (‘It was all a bit Fawlty Towers before then,’ confides one local shopkeeper) and they’ve worked swiftly and successfully to restore a beloved (and grade II-listed) building to its former Georgian glory. Downstairs, the lobby, bar and gastropub restaurant are replete with stripped floorboards, wood-burning stoves, and wood panelling adorned with the duck egg/sage hues so typical of Farrow & Ball. Modern furniture, with a hint of the 1970s, provides the requisite contemporary injection.

As soon as we get to inspect the bedrooms, we see that, in here, Nikki and Richard have given themselves a freer, more extravagant hand. Cole & Son and Manuel Canovas papers feature on accent walls, setting off the shiny Philip Hunt furniture, Frette bedlinen and silk-canopied four-poster beds. And there are vintage mir rors, chests and wardrobes from Parisian fleamarkets and the antiques shops with which Bridport and its outskirts are liberally sprinkled. Beautiful roll-top baths – in our case set on a wooden platform in the bedroom – hit just the right note of louche decadence for a romantic weekend away. The bathroom itself had a huge shower, and was stocked with Neal’s Yard toiletries. Other bedroom goodies include a flatscreen TV and Tivoli radio. (Mr Smith and I can’t quite decide whether staying in a hotel with better shampoo and electronics than you have at home makes you feel impossibly decadent or impossibly inadequate, but we conclude it’s a good conundrum to mull over while we test them all out.)

In the morning, it’s shaping up to be a beautiful day in Bridport. The Bull’s windows are pushed up and the French doors opened, leading those who fancy breakfasting alfresco onto the suntrap of a courtyard. We linger for so long over delicious bacon, eggs and all the trimmings that we decide just to pop round the corner to the excellently named Bucky Doo Square before lunch. There, after a cup of tea in the Beach & Barnicott, with its eclectic mix of clients – from cheerful Aussie hikers to a grumpy old man who may have grown out of the Georgian panelling itself – we find Bridport Old Books. This wonderful second-hand book shop comes complete with an owner whom we witnessed gamely trying to explain Shakespearian sonnets to a teenager. Hearts warmed, we sauntered back to the Bull for lunch.

We’re aware that Bridport is rapidly becoming the foodie’s destination of choice: Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall’s nearby River Cottage has helped to spotlight the region’s plentiful farm-and-sea-fresh produce. What we didn’t realise was that the Bull employs chef Matt Cook, formerly of Marco Pierre White’s Talkhouse in Oxford. I have never been so pleased to arrive anywhere this hungry. Dinner is divine: little throaty moans of pleasure emanate from Mr Smith as he polishes off mash, gravy and sausages with more actual-factual meat in them than in most supermarkets’ entire meat and poultry aisles. He assures me that similar noises could be heard from my side of the table as I tucked into beef medallions that barely needed chewing and delectably crispy potato rösti that, after a lifetime of oven-parched offerings in lesser gastropubs, were a breath of oxygen-rich fresh air. Ditto the next day’s home-cured gravadlax lunch, and dinner of locally dived scallops and iced strawberry soufflé.

We justify our gargantuan appetites with a slow-paced afternoon utilising one of the Bull’s more personal touches, which is that they will drop you off and pick you up at a number of the local walks in return for taking their pet spaniel, Lulu, with you. Mr Smith not only loves dogs but also windswept seaside walks. So, we spend some happy hours striding across spectacular parts of the Jurassic coast.

For our follow-up hike, after surrendering Lulu to a better Bull couple (one with energetic, stick-and-frisbee-throwing children), we hit West Bay’s pebble beach, which is bracketed by sandstone cliffs on one side and old-fashioned pubs and fish ’n’ chips kiosks on the other. Walking back, we pass an elderly lady in her garden, who overhears me comment to Mr Smith on the gorgeous hot-pink flowers by the wall. ‘They’re wild gladioli, dear!’ she trumpets gaily. ‘You can’t buy them in the garden centres.’ She trowels up a cluster of corms and thrusts them into my hands. ‘They’ll spread!’ she reassures. ‘And that,’ says Mr Smith after we’ve thanked her and resumed our walk, ‘is why we have to move to the countryside. Londoners rarely bother giving people in the street a smile. Here, they give you flowers.’

On our final day, Lyme Regis is on our agenda. It’s altogether lovely and, although I don’t accrue any additions to my garden, it deserves a special mention for having been a favoured summer haunt of Jane Austen back in the day – and yet not sporting even a single ‘Jamsfield Park’ tearoom or gift shop devoted to selling Elizabeth Bennet tea towels and Colin Firth swimming trunks.

There’s a slight chill in the air when we get back to the hotel, and the Bull has drawn itself close round its flickering fires. We curl up on the sofa in the bar, listening to the murmurs of contented diners from across the passageway, and I suddenly realise that although Bridport is in essence a seaside town, the Bull will be just as good as a cosy winter retreat. The thought that I won’t have to wait until next summer to return draws the sting out of our departure. The Bull Hotel is so charming, friendly, thoughtful and relaxed – it’s not just the food that makes you sigh with pleasure – we very much hate to leave. But we must. As Mr Smith reminds me, I do, after all, have gladioli to plant.

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