Having duly escorted Fran to her vantage point on the top of the cliffs overlooking Priest Cove, I did the honourable and gallant thing ... and buggered off back down the cliff path, clambered over the dodgy boulders and back down to where I wanted to be on the shoreline.
In all seriousness, I had spotted this particular rock on a trip here a couple of years before and decided I wanted to utilise it in my composition at sunset when the occasion arrived. From the cliffs above I could see that it was just under the lapping waves of the outgoing tide ... well, it would be rude not to, wouldn't it?
In the distance you can see The Brisons which apparently represent the finish line of the annual swimming race from Priest Cove.
Cheers for looking in, just off to make a lovely Chilli for dinner, catch up soon.
Landscape and travel