On Carlyon Bay, Cornwall. We stopped by here after visiting the Eden Project, which will be the subject of a post for another day. But for now, after a long cold winter and spring, the coast is in a reproductive riot of blossoms, pollen and birdsong.
The path led along a cliff, and there was this sign.
What is it about warning signs that make us desire to do exactly what they warn against? Of course I looked.
Crystal clear waters, soft waves. It sounded like I could hear seals barking in the distance, although I didn’t see any.