Long gone are the bluebells of spring, the purple foxgloves of early-summer. Replaced now by golden oat-like grasses and magenta bell heather. It’s a remarkable nature play-ground.
On the way up I couldn’t help noticing the grasses were much taller and almost hidden within them were tall, bright purple flowers that I had to stop and have a closer look at.
They turned out to be Betony (betonica officinalis) and as well as the purple there was a few of the white variety. Another plant with sage / mint-like leaves was also hidden amongst the grasses, but so far I haven’t managed to identify it. Apologies for the poor quality, but it was very windy (as it so often is).
Reaching the top I have to take a photo of the sea view before turning my attention to the rocks and the flowers.
The grasses wave in the wind, creating an almost sea-like appearance. With the dying spikes of the foxgloves waving about like strange sea anemones.
And once again the light here is magnificent. I turn my attention to the rocks themselves and start to notice the shapes and give them names.
Several look like Logan or rocking stones:
” A rock which, through weathering, has become disjoined from the parent-rock and is pivoted upon it… Such rocks can be ‘logged’, set in motion without fear of their over balancing.”
I haven’t tried to rock one… yet.