Along the pathway are a variety of hardy, dry grasses and small plants, some looking as though they are made up of tiny drops of glass. There are many birds about — pigeons, seagulls, a couple of small kites, starlings, sparrows, swallows and the occasional Willy-Wagtail. I can see that some pigeons reside in many of the weathered pockets and folds up in the cliff-faces. Many different birds use this whole area of upward moving air currents as a gliding freeway.

Everywhere, there is an open, free feeling and a glorious blaze of warm, yellow light.

Especially rich yellows and oranges are radiated from the dry, highly textured and sculptured surfaces of the cliff-faces. Marvellous dry oranges, red oranges, ochres, pinks, yellows, bleached browns and whites, against a rich, deep, cobalt blue sky. Warmth. Laziness. A refreshing swirling light breeze brings with it the rich smells of the sea. I hear the happy sounds of small birds chirping, and pigeons cooing. Bees are lazily flying from one flower to another. I now notice the soothing wet, white sounds of gently rolling and sloshing water.

The path basically curves out to a main head, goes around it, and then curves out to another head. Upon going around that second head, one finds a spectacular and somehow unexpected, huge sweeping curved wall of deeply eroded cliffs. It is here that the pathway widens and stops as a large, flat open area lying at the base of the curved face. It is a kind of open cavern.

As one enters this area of huge cliff-face, one can feel the coolness of the sea air, and has the smell of it in one’s nostrils. But, as one moves more into the dominance of the large curved cliff, that smell and coolness disappear, leaving the heat from the sun and brilliant reflections from the rocky wall and the cracked, baked ground.