to see how much of this county is left.
The drainpipes have all come down:
and the loose scree material has been scrubbed away from the sandstone columns:
But the incoming tide was racing up the beach and I took to the cliffs instead.
A bite has been taken out of the path – mine among the first of many feet tramping down the brambles to make a new one:
Further on, the path had gone, the fence had gone and the field is going.
Not long ago this was a grassy slope which we walked over:
A landmark has washed away in the storm; without its human artefact, the point looks curiously pointless.
Clouds came rushing from the west, towing their shadows along the bay.