'Further along, and how far do we have to walk again?'
'What, there's still more of it?'
'Chased by old people. Maybe there's chocolate biccies at the rest home for afternoon tea?'
'Almost there, just a tatty bridge to cross first'.
This was a good morning out, though I suspect that I will be paying for it this week, both physically and brownie points wise. Walking any distance on sleepers and ballast is not easy and you don't get much chance to look round as there is a constant stream of people behind you. And whoever turned down the Marines off to build a proper road through there in 1942 should be dug up and shot. Most of the way its just hanging off the cliff face, where its not buried under tonnes of shingle.