On the top of Smugglers Cliffs, there are pleasant walks through low-lying shrubs and flowers. Paths wind around rocky outcrops. Good views may be seen in all directions.
Stubby, twisted trees lean to show the force of the wind and rabbits dance in the evening warmth.
Care must be taken to stay on the paths, as the edge of the cliff is fragile and crumbling, while down below, jagged rocks lie in wait for the unsuspecting.
Deep in the centre of the cliffs are tunnels and natural caves, said to be used by smugglers in days gone by.
The cliffs are imposing throughout the seasons, whether blanketed by snow, wet with spring rains or warmed by the summer sun.
An old sailor described how he first saw Smugglers Cliffs:
Through the fog a magnificent cliff loomed into view. The waves splashed against it with a violent anger. The cliffs looked dangerous and rocky. Colonies of fungi carpeted the walls. From the bottom you could see the lowering clouds hovering over the village. There were caves almost like pockets in a blanket of rock. Inside a cave, a hundred tunnels led off into the gloomy, dingy darkness. Unearthly sounds echoed through the ragged passages. Sharp barnacles clung to the mossy, damp walls. Slimy snakes slithered around the rough stalagmites and stalactites. The stench of rotting fish wafted through the clammy air...
Description created by St. Michael's Primary School
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