After an evening consisting partly of "I am had a much bottle of lots wine" - #woddingdwunks (aka #weddingdrunks) - with The Host's coven of friends (and getting home after the Witching Hour!), we decided to blow the cobwebs off our lethargy today with a walk on the beach. However, as The Host and his SubC couldn't be arsed to go very far, but me and my SubC wanted a more entertaining perambulation than a short walk on an overcast beach would normally provide, we indulged in a little witchcraft to make our walk more of an endeavour.
After rather more poking and prodding around in rock pools than I would have liked, we eventually found the lock for a particular Cusp Interface, pressed our fingertip to the mechanism, and found ourselves in a frigid land of monolithic coastal barrens.
|Fingers at the ready! Press here for instant access.|
And remember: you can click to embigulate!
|We found ourselves on the periphery of a looming chalk and flint cliff.|
|We made our way inwards via waterways in the base of canyons...|
|... clambered over massive rock formations...|
|... crossed rock-pools...|
|... and lakes.|
|We navigated through dangerous inland sea passages...|
|... to treacherous valleys that led...|
|... to vast, boulder-strewn barren plains...|
|... and, eventually, the source of a river...|
|... that, though turbulent, would lead us out of the Cusp...|
|... and back to the beach from whence we started.|
|Ah. So this is what it looks like from the outside.|
|Exposed chalk beds on Overstrand beach.|
|The Overstrand-Sidestrand border.|
End of the line!
If you weren't bored senseless by that, you may also be ambivalent about these:
• Just a Couple of Cormorants - December 2016
• Landscapes in the Black Mirror are Closer Than They Appear... - December 2016
• Contorted Drifts, Chalk Rafts, and Pro-Glacial Zones - January 2017
• Nothing You Haven't Seen Before... - March 2017