What a wonderfully, windy morning it was as we walked the long promenade towards the Beachy Head cliffs. These images give no sense of the violence as the waves crashed in and the wind blew a gale. On our return walk, with the wind now behind us, the sun briefly came out. In the town there were plenty of people shopping, and a solitary, heavily armed policeman protecting us (but from what?).
things change 