Freshwater Bay

And fresh it was as the waves crashed into the bay.
We took a short walk along the coastal path over the cliffs. Andrew wasn’t keen on the height so turned back with Max whilst Anya and I carried on for a bit. She was fascinated by memorial to a girl that had died falling from the cliffs in the 1800’s and told me if I died there she would move to a house overlooking the cliffs so she could be close to me everyday. All a bit morbid so I changed the subject and we headed back to the beach :)