Nothing is too steep for the power of ginger, and Elmo always loves to show off his climbing skills.
At the top in the blink of an eye and today the sky is a heavy ceiling of cloud.
In the west the sun is setting. The landscape is a lean winter landscape of russets. Plump pheasants nestle in the bones of bracken.
To the north the lighthouse pulses out its beacon from Strumble Head. At Pen Beri the peregrine sits with feathers fluffed against the cold, swift death waiting and watching on a stone ledge above the sea.