There's no fence. I like it that there's no fence. If you feel like stepping off into eternity the National Trust isn't going to do anything to to stop you
It makes me feel queasy to look at because the beautiful expanse of 'please run on me' grass just...stops.
It makes me wonder whether people ever fall off by accident. (A quick google tells me some dogs have and some dog owners have complained about the lack of preventions for this.)
I remember reading about a house where several people had taken the plunge from a high tower. The writer went to check it out and nearly went over him/herself. He/she said it seemed as if distance had been abolished and it was just a few inches down to the ground.
They had that idea and built a lighthouse on the next hill along- only it wasn't adequate (I'm not sure why)- so they built the one you can see at the foot of the cliffs.
Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
GLOUCESTER
Set me where you stand.
EDGAR
Give me your hand: you are now within a foot Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon Would I not leap upright.
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EDGAR
Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe; Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound. Ten masts at each make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell: Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.
GLOUCESTER
But have I fall'n, or no?
EDGAR
From the dread summit of this chalky bourn. Look up a-height; the shrill-gorged lark so far Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.
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That is one impressive stretch of coast.
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It makes me wonder whether people ever fall off by accident. (A quick google tells me some dogs have and some dog owners have complained about the lack of preventions for this.)
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I remember reading about a house where several people had taken the plunge from a high tower. The writer went to check it out and nearly went over him/herself. He/she said it seemed as if distance had been abolished and it was just a few inches down to the ground.
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I like the way you managed to take this picture with no ground underneath the camera's feet.
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Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.
GLOUCESTER
Set me where you stand.
EDGAR
Give me your hand: you are now within a foot
Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.
[...]
EDGAR
Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
So many fathom down precipitating,
Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe;
Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.
Ten masts at each make not the altitude
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell:
Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.
GLOUCESTER
But have I fall'n, or no?
EDGAR
From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.
Look up a-height; the shrill-gorged lark so far
Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.
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