*From Hastings, I continued along the English Channel past Pevensey
Castle
[Roman era ruins] to Beachy Head. What a marvelous place! A "head" is a point
of high land jutting out into the sea. More than just a peninsula, in its
towering aspect, with cliffs over the water.]
Beachy Head was especially dramatic, because the land is actually tilted up
towards a shear drop at the cliffs, and far below off the point there is a
lighthouse. I spent that night at Blackboys Hostel, a nicely secluded spot,
where I met two sisters from Seattle. We had a good conversation,
and ended by exchanging addresses.
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