There is a great struggle going on in very slow motion. This sandstone headland was laid down from eroded quartz 200 million years ago has been lifted up above the receding sea as cliffs and then relentlessly battered by wind, rain and waves. It seems to be falling apart but it resists in its defiance of the inevitable death and rebirth.
It was under the shelter of this ledge, before World War 2 that my uncles constructed their hut from found timber spilled from the decks of ships, local stone, cement and a lock-up door. It had beds , pots, pans, a table and chairs with shortened legs to accommodate the sloping stone floor. Here they would spend weekends fishing and catching rabbits in traps.
These ancient protruding sandstone forms remind me of the gargoyles of Notre Dame , only in reptile form.