Scrambling on the rocky coast at Exmoor again after having something of a phobia of doing this, after I fell and dislocated my elbow there some while ago.
(Ah, the memories of the arm hanging off, clearing the beach, the helicopter, the marvellous trauma team at Barnstaple hospital, the morphine, the seamless ketamine time-travel experience. But it could have been so much worse.)
The path up. Some little goats running up with such ease whilst I slowly struggle up with a ton of DSLR gear and a tripod.
Beyond the rocks on the way up, the contours of the Devon coast are beautiful to behold, whatever the weather. The rocky coast at Exmoor is so rewarding.
Devon rocks (in both senses) 🙂