Floating along the coast, the cliffs look different from this angle, new views unfold, hidden caverns exposed and secret places, normally reserved for the seabirds, made accessible. We scramble over abrasive rocks, buffeted by deceptively strong waves, to stand on perches new. Down below fish swim deftly through a garden of multi coloured weed which wafts gently to and fro, in tune with the ebbing tides. Later, climbing out of the long redundant quarry and making our way through flower filled pastures, we pause to survey the vistas afforded us. Another day of new horizons and the joy of finding the new hidden within the familiar.