Cliff walk to Caswell

The first violets of the year. It's always a special time for me spotting the first violets peeking their heads up. There were loads of people round the cliffs this morning (because when we set off the sun was shining - by the time we returned it was hail-stoning) but I wonder how many of them noticed these tiny little beauties. Sunday morning isn't really a good time to walk the cliffs: they tend to be full of Sunday walkers, surly, "out for the fresh air and we're going to enjoy it if it kills us" walkers. George has the beach to himself.

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