We moved away from the first and pootled over to the second
Gently rolling hills
I love this concept in England of presenting benches in memorial to posterity. What a wonderful way for fellow travellers to remember somebody. Like the Sabil in the Middle East. 
Bob and Luca waiting for me, huffing and puffing up the slope. 
I wish I could have captured the beautiful shadows on the sea…
The cliffside was full of these little shrubs
Views of the other headlands
That’s where I came from, the first headland
There’s the pub
Looking back at the beach
A scrubby little plant
Pretty terrifying and steep drops
Some people were down at the beach
Bob coming over the horizon
There was a little fence but come on, its more for show than function
Katie and Bob over the horizon
A little brick octagonal structure was the base for a watch tower which has existed here for yonks. 
We got tired
Looking over to the sea
Bob is a brave man
Well, thank you for telling me
Peering down at the bottom. Man, gives me the heeby jeebies just looking at it
The lighthouse
And Bob decides to go sit on the damn cliff edge. Didn't he see the signs for cliff erosion? 
It has really eroded
As you can see, the beach is littered with bits that have fallen off the cliff. Not a good place, I scramble off to the next headland.
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