It's a Mystery
It’s only insomniacs and Togs that get up at 4.30 in the summer whilst on holiday but there’s plenty of time for a lie in in the afterlife, although I fear I will probably be spending my time stoking the fire rather than fluffing up clouds.
The famous Bedruthan steps are found on the north coast of Cornwall and the granite rocks along the beach are supposedly stepping stones for the Giant Bedruthan and his cousin Hogweed who was also noted for breeding particularly unpleasant members of the Umbellifer family.
I arrived at high tide and as the beach is only accessible as the sea levels recede, I spent some time wandering along the clifftop feeding my vertigo, possibly one of the best views anywhere you care to mention.
The place was deserted as I made my way down the steep staircase to the beach, so I was particularly surprised and a little irritated to see a set of footprints! I had a petulant moment ‘I wanted to be first on the beach’.
There was no one else around and no other possible access, who was this mystery person. I spent the first of about 4 hours on that beach occasionally looking over my shoulder with a slightly uneasy feeling that I was being watched.
Mystery solved, a lady appeared a little later and I fixed her with a steely stare from 400m as a reprimand for spoiling my pristine sand. She wasn’t looking at me, but she felt it, I’m sure.
If you were expecting that Toyah track from the 80’s, sorry to disappoint you, this is one of my favourites from The Man, one of his most emotional and dramatic pieces. I think Gill will approve of this choice at least.
It's a Mystery
It’s only insomniacs and Togs that get up at 4.30 in the summer whilst on holiday but there’s plenty of time for a lie in in the afterlife, although I fear I will probably be spending my time stoking the fire rather than fluffing up clouds.
The famous Bedruthan steps are found on the north coast of Cornwall and the granite rocks along the beach are supposedly stepping stones for the Giant Bedruthan and his cousin Hogweed who was also noted for breeding particularly unpleasant members of the Umbellifer family.
I arrived at high tide and as the beach is only accessible as the sea levels recede, I spent some time wandering along the clifftop feeding my vertigo, possibly one of the best views anywhere you care to mention.
The place was deserted as I made my way down the steep staircase to the beach, so I was particularly surprised and a little irritated to see a set of footprints! I had a petulant moment ‘I wanted to be first on the beach’.
There was no one else around and no other possible access, who was this mystery person. I spent the first of about 4 hours on that beach occasionally looking over my shoulder with a slightly uneasy feeling that I was being watched.
Mystery solved, a lady appeared a little later and I fixed her with a steely stare from 400m as a reprimand for spoiling my pristine sand. She wasn’t looking at me, but she felt it, I’m sure.
If you were expecting that Toyah track from the 80’s, sorry to disappoint you, this is one of my favourites from The Man, one of his most emotional and dramatic pieces. I think Gill will approve of this choice at least.