What's over the top? This is what Hermes and Debbie asked when I showed this photo on 'Pictures Just Pictures'. There's not much of an overlap between readers of these blogs, a little, not much. (Not that people who go to Pictures Just Pictures are offered much to read!) But I thought I'd do a connected post for a change, especially because I've mentioned coastal erosion before on Loose and Leafy. (Just one of the many things I know nothing about but, because I notice it, it turns up here). So this is what you see when you come over the brow on this stretch of path.
Portland Harbour - where the sailing events for the 2012 Olympics will be taking place - and Portland in the distance. Not that I recommend you take your eye off the path, or you'll be tumbling down here. Over and over, people make new paths as the old ones crumble away;
higher, then higher . . . So that's what I do now - take the higher path, in case that next edge is ready to tip. There are lots of little coves below; each one protected from the waves by boulders. They loop in and out like a lace edging. Gorse burns - and there's a lot of gorse round here. This fire was recent; the smell of burning so strong it may still have been smoldering. On the way back, I met women bringing buckets of water to put out a smaller fire before it spread.
Picture Just Pictures readers may recognise the remains of the World War Two Gun emplacement on the beach. (The round shape.) 'Now The War is Over ' and 'Fallen Wall'.
This is another photo from Pictures Just Pictures, 'Rusted Rails Near Ferrybridge'. This is where the path I was on meets with the route of the old line to Portland. When I first walked here, the tracks had been lifted but there was nothing but broken stone under foot. It has a tarmac surface now and lots of people walk or cycle in and out of town along it. Great! Except I feel a bit churlish. It was nice to be here when hardly anyone else was!