Crawl into one of the small caves at Rhossili. Discover.
The roar of the waves is muffled to extinction. The rush of the wind is stilled. Quiet, except the echo of dripping water. Cool. Peaceful. Colours muted and calm. Smooth stone walls: grey, green, red. Bare without enough light for life. Dim light only glints on wet surfaces. Shallow pools with ripples like cockle shells on the sandy floor. Wave-worn passages in dark recesses. Boulders perch and balance at awkward angles. Solid rock for 50 metres above.
How many years has the sea taken to carve this space between the tipping strata? How long before the tide floods it again? …..time to return to the beach.
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