I’m warming to it here – no doubt due to sunburn incurred whilst sat under an umbrella whilst having breakfast. Factor 20 or not I’ve still ended up looking like a beetroot.
Never mind, I’m sure it’ll fade to a golden tan by morning.. or something.
Above is a picture of the clifftops. Pretty isn’t it? The slightly un-nerving thing is the fact that the cliffs are in a process of constant erosion and the path is perilously close to the edge.
Still, it makes it much more exciting. And that’s a good thing I think. We’re not allowed any excitement back in the UK as we all have to be wrapped up in cotton wool by our nanny government.
If you fall off a cliff here, they probably say “Don’t walk so close to the edge dummy”