A late afternoon stroll out to Rockham Beach and around Morte Point to photograph the sunset. There was a Peregrine flying at speed along the cliffs, three Grey Seals bobbing about in Whiting Bay and a flock of Martins – House or Sand, I have no idea – swooping about the rocks. I have since discovered that House Martins originally nested on cliffs and that some still do. Either way, these were early arrivals.
A few snaps of the approach to the end of the Point from the north-east.
Morte Point literally means ‘Death Point’ and is so named because of the number of shipwrecks that happened here. There were 5 in 1852 alone. One of the ships was carrying a cargo of pigs, many of which survived giving a beach to the south-west side the name Grunta Cove.
Here is the sharp, spiky point of the headland at Sunset.
