The old lighthouse, peers over hedgerows studded with the vibrant orange, vermillion and gold, of wild flowers. Escapees, perhaps, from the neat handkerchief sized fields, hunkered down behind, lichen covered, stone walls; once commercially tilled for cut flowers.
I've rowed ashore, my lunch and a Geography text book in my backpack. What better place to read up on plate tectonics, granite landscapes and coastal landforms; than in the midst of real life examples? I sit, on Wingletang Down, surrounded by granite tors, wave riven cliffs and sandy beaches.
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