Iron on a stick

In the morning I went for coffee with some very charming American visitors (yes...they'll probably read this) and then, after a couple of errands, headed off to Dingieshowe. I walked along the shore below the cliffs to the south taking photos of shells, stones and the occasional piece of iron. I kept my distance from the cliffs due to a combination of beady-eyed fulmars on nests and the frequent fresh scars of new (old) red sandstone showing where great chunks of stone had fallen.