Looking back towards Seaton after a steady climb.
Beer is a pretty village with Pubs, but we had a long way to go with some gruelling, steep valleys to negotiate so did not stop.
Climbing the hill out of the village, the allotments had potatoes still growing in November! There are no frosts here; a place where I could enjoy to live.
Wild Irises were seeding all along the path.
Looking back towards Beer and Seaton, you can see just how this coast resembles a layered cake (the strata) thrust though 45 degrees and sliced off.
What a contrast between the red mudstone and the white chalk cliffs.
Looking backwards, Seaton was rapidly disappearing into the distance as we continued westwards towards some wilder cliffs.
The wind was so strong here, that at times, it took your breath away.
This bird also took my breath away.
How I wanted this to be a peregrine. It looks more like a female Kestrel though; magnificent none the less.
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Isn't this great?
The kestrels were being mobbed by ravens, which were numerous, playing around in the updrafts on these cliffs.
The coastal path descends the cliffs to Branscombe..
...or it might be a Freckled Dapperling, which is mildly poisonous.
I have eaten both and can not recommend the latter.
The Hotel Riviera is one of the finest hotels that I have stayed in.