The white cliffs of Dover

It stopped raining by lunchtime, so we seized the opportunity for an outing. This iconic section of the chalk cliffs has a National Trust visitor centre and is the start of a popular section of the coastal walk, which winds along above the cliffs, rising and falling steeply in places, to the South Foreland lighthouse where I'm told there is a lovely little café serving cream teas outside. P and I together pushed J from the car park up to the viewpoint from which the photo was taken - probably one of a dozen near-identical ones even in the short time we were there, though I preferred not to include myself in the view. It was good to be there with the air, the birds and France clearly visible in the distance, and the chilly and windy Monday afternoon didn't feel too crowded. However, although the path has a good surface, it is steep even for two of us to push up, and beyond that point the gradients would not be manageable. P continued for another mile or so, while J and I wandered slowly back down and found a secluded seat where we could enjoy our hot drinks and watch the ferries arriving and leaving. There were constant comings and goings, and it was interesting to have a near arial view of the layout of the port and the familiar coast beyond. It's only half an hour from home - I don't know why we had only been up there once before.