… has been done in the most compendious manner possible: two days of spring gales have scoured the beach to the bone.
White water fills the bay and every wave is a seventh wave. Salt thickened the atmosphere and settled on our lips and hair.
Sand, shingle and every vestige of life has been scrubbed away as the spring tide rushes up over the storm beach to the very foot of the cliff
leaving only the naked platform of red and grey and purple clays.
Driven from the beach by the incoming water, we walked the cliff top. This monumental bite from the coast enlarges on every visit.