It may be nothing but at one stage I was down in the vicinity of the view point near to the church (derelect building No.5 across the road, yet unexplored by myself at that stage), checking for the location of drains and manhole covers in the immediate vicinity, both there and below along the rocky sea shore. I discovered one such manhole cover situated in a very awkward position on a ledge which was accessible with care. Upon looking along the ledge I realized that it might be possible for someone to walk along the ledge to where the manhole cover in question was located. Whether or not anyone would have been either brave enough or foolish enough to attempt to walk along that ledge carrying the body of a small child is another thing, but my attention was drawn to this man hole cover situated there. I took photographs in the vicinity around that time, including the man hole cover in question. Anyway, taking my life in my own hands I tentatively decided to see if I could get to the man hole cover on the aforementioned ledge, go beyond it, turn around and come back...
It was a long drop to the rocks and sea below...
Anyway, as I was inching along the ledge, thinking to myself that if anyone along the coastline could see me I wondered if they might think I was going to jump off to the rocks below and do myself some serious harm. It was then that I noticed them, a pair of heavily framed sunglasses, nestling on the ledge a yard or so from the man hole cover. Upon seeing them I paused and thought how strange that a pair of glasses (in perfectly good order and working condition) should have been deposited there on the ledge close to the man hole cover of interest. I decided to stop walking and took in the view ahead of me, above me and below me. I asked myself how this pair of glasses could have ended up there on this ledge, surely no one had been walking along this narrow ledge whilst wearing them? Whilst standing there and contemplating the ins and outs of how this pair of glasses had ended up there on the ledge, it suddenly dawned on me, that although I had shuffled several feet along the ledge, I would either have to turn around on this narrow ledge to come back to the safety of the lower teared view point, or shuffle backwards on the ledge high above the rocks below, and the sea. At that stage I was having second thoughts about going any further along the ledge towards the man hole cover, but the sighting of the pair of glasses laying on the ledge close to the circular manhole cover intrigued me so much I instinctively decided to proceed towards them. I inched myself forward after succeeding in turning myself around in full circle, onward towards this pair of glasses...
