Seconds later the footprints have almost vanished.
The sea calls to me, the waves, the wet sand, the cliffs, the rocks.
A pile of rusty iron chain (or steel perhaps) that held a ship’s anchor.
An old anchor from a ship.
The water of the ocean is dark blue at the South-West corner of England.
Waves splashing against rocks.
Waves splashing against rocks.
An outcrop of rocks has a lighthouse on it at Land’s End. You know they put it there after lots of people died.
With some nearer rocks to give perspective.
Working Signpost 40 yards this way
One of the stranger signposts I’ve seen.
View fron the cliffs at Land’s End.
View fron the cliffs at Land’s End.
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