I have been doing some work for a friend and old employer who has inherited a chalet on the cliff, one that he and his siblings would come and live in all summer long when they were children. Since his father passed away it has been difficult to come back but now he is trying to open it up and get it ready for use this summer. It’s on a part of the cliff where the chalets really blend in with their surroundings [a requisite was that the chalets had to be painted in only a few colours that would blend with the cliff] so much so that they are difficult to identify and, with that in mind, I am not going to post a photo of the building but just the tantalising view of the roof.
Over the years there has been some erosion of the cliff and some pathways down to the beach are no longer accessible, one of them is the route to the chalet. About halfway down there is a sign warning of the dangerous cliff and if you continue you have to navigate the makeshift path and handrails [some made of wooden ladders] that are perilously close to the edge. The alternative is to travel down by another route and walk along the beach until you come to the cut off path and walk up from the bottom. There is a feeling of Shangri La, a sense of finding something beyond the normal reality, a happy place that is cut off from the rest of the cliff. Maybe it’s because the chalet is locked in a past time, a time that was childhood summer holidays that stretched on forever, that were free and sunny. From the bottom of the garden there is a view of Rame Head so different from mine because at this low down point the chapel at the end cannot be seen. Even the beach at this point of the bay is quiet and unused, only a few bathers and dog walkers. It has been a joy to help get the chalet ready, it was hot work but with the breathtaking views and the cloudless blue skies and the sea to cool you off there couldn’t have been a better place for that short time.