Having got back from the festival at "stupid o'clock" in the morning, a lie in
would be expected, but instead we all packed up for the beach, where I
promptly fell asleep in a shelter.
Later in the afternoon we did some scrambling and gentle climbing on the 3
cliffs themselves.
Welcome to my world of days out. This diary of stories is recorded for my own record - recollections that I cannot guarantee are complete or even if things have been remembered incorrectly. I have added some graphs to the end at the page to show the increase in distances attained as I got fitter and more ambitious now regular weekly walking is more feasible. This pages shows a summary of the latest entries - for indexes use the button bar below.