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.

Here’s the shipping harbour:

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.

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

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.

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

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

Picnicing and toying with the boundaries of mortal existence.