THERE’LL BE BLUEBIRDS FLYING O’ER THE WHITE CLIFFS OF DOVER

On a pretty murky Saturday some friends and I packed lunches and headed down to the coast. Dover is a popular port where one can jump on a ferry and zip over to France for tax-free booze. We did neither of those activities, but we did brave the gloomy rainclouds and hiked along the choppy chalk- cliffs that gave way to deep drops into the ocean.

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Apparently over 80 people fall or jump to their deaths here every year. With a number like that… why not put up a railing?! It was quite scary to consider the drop below us. The cliffs are primarily composed of chalk. It’s so soft that loads of it creeps back and erodes throughout the years.

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The coastline stretches on for miles, and it’s quite a fun hike (words you never thought you’d hear from yours truly).

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Despite the weather being quite naff, the ocean gleamed a perfect turquoise colour, brightened by the chalky rock underneath it. It reminded me of Switzerland.

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The girls. Note Ferne’s exemplary tree pose in the background.

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If you hike far enough you hit a majestic Lighthouse that presides over the coastline.

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Picnicing and toying with the boundaries of mortal existence.

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