This huge weathered cliff-face seems to take over one’s subconscious. It has an excitement about it — something monumental. It is huge; bigger than one feels safe with. It is a place that tells you quite coldly how vulnerable you really are, no matter who or what you are, no matter what you believe.

The surface is crumbly and fragile. There are boulders and pieces of cliff-face lying about on the flat ground beneath the cliff-face, obviously fallen. It is a hard area of land. The air is basically still, and has a heaviness in its heat. The aroma of hot, dry life and death works its way into one’s senses. The isolated tuft of plant life is very dry, if not dead.

Here, one is gone from civilization, from motor cars, from politics, from fashion, from supermarkets and cornflakes. Everything here feels stripped to the bone and harsh, but rich, dense with something real. There is a feeling of spirituality here; a feeling of truth that goes beyond the pettiness of most everyday life.

The heat seems to provide one with a strange sound, or rather, a strange quietness. The whole place seems to almost sing, but it doesn’t. The deeply and intricately weathered structures of rock and soil sit there coldly, emotionless in the warm sunlight, reflecting truth.

It all feels like dry, dirt-stained hands — hard, rich, gutsy, life and death, just being but somehow good and positive.

The expanse of fragile cliff-face feels so beautifully unannounced, anonymous, so clear, so real and weighty, so clear and stunning. All around is exquisite clarity and detail.

These cliffs speak about vast time. They are ancient and timeless, yet very much here and now. The sea below pounds loudly at the wall of retaining rocks. The quietness in the surface of the cliffs calls out to me from within my desire to comprehend.

All the rock and limestone and hardened soil is sitting in silence, that which has been lying naked to everything that nature has bestowed upon it. Here it sits, “in full knowledge” of the world around. No truth is being hidden. There is nothing here that could consciously deceive. Every outcrop of rock, every square millimetre of cliff-face in every microsecond of time radiates truth and reality, speaks of nature, of time, of life...

The sea, the sounds of the sea reflect these same silent revelations.

Like the sea, this cliff-face is somehow millions of years old, yet “lives” afresh, “breathes” real as it is. Here is a magnificent living oracle of a true world we live in, of nature’s intricate “craftsmanship”, of nature’s ways, and of a fleeting, vulnerable glimpse of vast time.

Grandeur. Peaceful, contemplative. Powerful presence, powerful spectacle. It is an intricate and complex “living form”, ablaze with warm, yellow sunlight against a rich, deep blue sky.

These cliffs provide a richness of inspiration for my understanding and enjoyment of life. There is so much to “see” and experience here. These experiences give me a better understanding of life, a better sense of balance, and leave me charged with positive energy!

It is such an incredible world, a beautiful world.