A beautiful walk, light coming and going and a sense of discovery, trying to answer the question……Where does a border end? At the cliff edge? At the last post? The last pebble? The last picnic place, the last house or in the gentle lap of the sea which erodes everything?
The last house in Scotland – a smuggler’s bothy with the light reflected close to the actual borderline as it enters the sea.
Incredible clear water – due to the distance between accessible points at the base of the cliff – the border has no human touch as it crosses into the sea
The last picnic place
The last post……..
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