Walk across the golf course, onto the beach, around the Three Cliffs and back up through Pobbles.
I'd forgotten to allow for the flowing of the tide, meaning Pobbles was cut off from Three Cliffs beach.
Go over the top via this sort-of path.
'No, George and Holly, that way is far too precarious.'
I almost throw a wobbly but keep telling myself, 'Just keep looking ahead; don't look to the side. Whatever you do, don't look to the side.'
Flaw 2 is discovered when sort-of path suddenly peters out just here rather than on top of cliff.
Sit and think. Then send George to find a new path.
Now I know what you're thinking but you underestimate George when he has dinner on his mind. He found a path for us to battle our way through to the very top. Yay for George!
Our reward is a deserted Pobbles just for us.
The water was surprisingly pleasant. If I'd had a bathing costume or a towel at least and, more crucially, there hadn't been a fierce under-current I might even have ventured in myself.