A good day for kite-surfing (photograph by Rose).
(Is that Bink in the foresea, there?)
A good year for wild-flowers (photographed by me).
Sniffed by Horatio.
Enjoyed by Shaun, too.
Though sadly this was not, apparently, because we’re reversing the trend of decades. Just the weather suited wild-flowers this year.
When I was a child, I never once walked these cliffs without being drowned in lark-song…