A view

I've so often shown the view from my own window, out over the sea to France, that I'm becoming bored with it.  So I thought I'd show the view from the place where my parents used to live.  It's a view over the sea again, but across the cliff top.

This is the view my parents used to be able to see from their window when they lived here.  Today the sky was blue and daubed with white clouds.  The sea was daubed with shadows.  If you follow the road on down, or if you're more adventurous you can follow a steep pathway and steps, either way you eventually reach the beach at the foot of the cliffs. 

We went to visit today at low tide.  The bay is nice enough at high tide but much more interesting at low tide when the rocks are exposed.  If you look carefully you can see there has been quite a landslip of chalk onto the beach from the cliffs although most of the cliffs have green daubs of vegetation on them, holding them together.

The rocks themselves looked as though they had been daubed with brown and green paint where the seaweed grew.  I was disappointed to find the pools were fairly empty of interesting sea life.  I wasn't allowed go further out to explore by my son who clearly had memories of his last visit here and his escapades with his brother and cousins.  I heard some hair raising tales today.

A two-in-one post for the Photo Hunts.