Warm In A Windy Place, Seaford, Cuckmere Haven, & The Seven Sisters, United Kingdom 10th Mar 2007

Colourful beach shacks lining the shoreline. I suppose these will be filled in summer.

Cuckmere Haven, and one of the most picturesque views I've had thus far in Britain (to be fair, I haven't been about a lot, but this is really quite something). Not very often the world falls nicely into place, at your feet, and you find good company and scenery next to each other.

When it does happen, however, smile and take a picture.

Rolling meadows, criss-crossed by rivulets, where I stopped aging for about an hour.

Walkers in the wind.

I have a rather inconvenient proclivity of taking the road less travelled. The experience was everything Robert Frost would have approved of, excepting the fact of course that I lacked that lauded appetite for derring-do. I don't consciously seek danger, but somehow I always end up crashing headlong into it, even if it seems I'm walking with my eyes wide open.

The Seven Sisters, pictures of which you should find in a standard secondary school geography textbook. And there it was, right before my eyes. Seeing something in a picture book and viewing it in situ are two entirely different experiences. The former yields wonder nonetheless, but the latter, for want of more inspirational phrasing, simply blows you away.

Beachy Head, and Eastbourne, where if you'll recall I visited a few weeks back lie just around the bend in the distance.

I can hardly believe the fact that I managed to walk from Seaford to within touching distance of Eastbourne.

Seaford beneath the westering sun.