‘Here at Cullernose Point, the dolerite cliffs of the Whin Sill thrust a giant wedge as they taper into the sea.’
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We take the coastal path south between high banks of bent scrub, sheltered for a moment by stumpy sycamores and leaning hawthorns, their wind-woven branches vivid with lime-green lichens. There are scattered flowers on the gorse, sprawling dead grasses and bracken, and the barbed wire arcs of brambles. Frazzled seedheads top the stalks of last year’s knapweed mixed with fragmented skeletons of hogweed.
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