Emmetts Hill

Bubbling clouds race across azure autumn skies driven by fierce chill winds, then, the clouds have passed and the Suns reigns over the Jurassic coast below, the chill subsides as the air warms, the winds though remain. At sea level they cut the crests of rolling waves pushing them faster towards the rocky shore and oblivion. Just as quickly the clouds are back, Sun's obscured, the winds regain their chill and we are returned to the world of dancing shadows. White capped foamy waves crash across the grey rock boulders which mark out the shore of St Aldhelms' Head, high above the Portland stone escarpment of Emmetts Hill which is carpeted in lush green grass. Today is marked by contrasts.