Beachy Head Cliffs, South Downs

Located on the South Downs way Beachy head cliffs is ranked seventh most notorious suicide spot in the world (although London’s Underground reportedly has up to hundred and fifty suicides annually). These precarious chalk cliffs rise to over 500ft (160m) above the southern sea and rocks below.

There is something about this place where earth meets water, air and dazzling light, a pan-dimensional rift that occasionally appears serrated from jagged cliff edge across to the rising event horizon.

The entire area is heavy patrolled. I’ve been here more than on one occasion and told both overzealous police and chaplaincy suicide look out team to piss off.

I’ve prophesied that I will see a rainbow shortly before my death; but not here at the end of this rainbow…

The local eating pub is also on the watch for potential cliff jumpers so don’t be looking sad and drinking to much in there. Attached next door is a visitors centre which is well worth a visit if you find you’ve taken an interest in the area.

The retired residential light house half mile away to the west was a filming location for a mid eighties hit “<a href=”” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener noreferrer”>She Devil</a>” television series; subject matter which I thought rather humorous.

The above photos were taken by myself in the month of February, 2016.

Bridlington to Bempton Cliffs

This journey began in Goole from where I took the early morning train straight to Bridlington; on the way I talked to a nice elderly gentleman, he took pictures of trains and had a friendly dog accompanying him.


My great uncle Tom lived in Bridlington; with my mother and father as a child I used to go there for a holiday. He was a tall kind man, on one visit with my parents he gave model wooden sailing yachts to both me and my elder brother.

Flamborough Lighthouse / Bempton Cliffs

I arrived at Flamborough lighthouse at midnight, awesome beams projected from the lighthouses powerful lens as they spanned beyond jagged cliff landscape outward across rolling seat and as far inward illuminating a neighbouring large village of Flamborough.

The night was rough and I was very tired and tense; mildly bruised with spending vague night laid out uncomfortable on cold concrete. The only buses from Flamborough ran back to Bridlington so at sunrise I decided to walk three miles north towards Bempton. Arriving in Bempton I decided to visit the cliffs so walked east from the village past a pig farm then onto Bempton Cliff (R.S.P.B protected nature reserve). The startling experience of arriving at the cliff edge was surreal, like another world, a world of noisy birds appear in compassion of the breezy windswept silence inland. I stayed awhile and took these early morning pictures with my phone….

I was told by a bird watcher that puffins nested here but would not arrive until another fortnight had past, the cliff signs said the Puffin birds were small and you had to look hard to find them. I fell asleep for an hour on a bench before entering the R.S.P.B wildlife centre / cafe for a warming cup of tea. I then swiftly left heading back towards Bempton where I’d take a train the rest of the way to Scarborough.