The red cliffs of Dunbar

Don't know that it'd catch on as a song, but I loved these dark red, alarmingly eroded cliffs along which we walked to the west of Dunbar this afternoon. We had a lovely afternoon there, where Mr PB spent the summer hols of his childhood and pointed out one of the houses his family had stayed in, and ended it with this lovely cliff top walk.

And uniquely it was sunny and warm.