“I could see secret coves hidden in between the cliffs.” The Cliffs
My Taxi driver and I returned to our drive along the coastline. I was intrigued to find that one side of the road was occupied by farmland and rolling hills dotted with large round hay bales drying in the sun. The other side was rugged. The hills were adorned with native flora and turned into steep cliffs that dropped like anchors into the sea. From the taxi,I could see secret coves hidden in between the cliffs. They seemed the perfect place to build a home, nestled between the rocks that opened into a tiny beach before the wide, open ocean. We drove up to one such place, a two-story brick house tucked into the base of a tall cliff. And in front of the house was the most peaceful, sheltered little cove. A bridge spanned the width of a creek where a fishing boat sat pulled up onto the shore. It was so quaint; I could have spent the rest of my days there.
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