August 2005 was the first time I came here. I wasn’t sure at first if I would like it but it soon become apparent to me that this place was special. As I walked closer the smell becomes more pungent, the intensity of it increases. The closer I get the addiction to the smell comes over me, wanting more the closer I move. The smell isn’t helped by the sea breeze blowing head on like a snowball being thrown into your face. It’s cold. As I close my eyes I can hear the slow and monotonous drone of the wind turbines. I’m knee depth in the long green grass that sways from side to side in the wind. From time to time you’ll just see the tip of my dogs head as she jumps above the top of the grass. Beyond the grass is a path where cyclists race along. All you hear as they pass by is the music blaring from their headphones as they compete individually against each other. Walking over the path I move closer to the edge of the cliff so that I can take in the spectacle of what this place is.
From the top of the cliff the sand sparkles as the sunlight briefly breaks through the thick layer of cloud overhead. The light hits pale white cliff face and reflects off as if it has hit a mirror. I look down and see the small jagged rocks opening up to create a pathway down to the glistening sand. My dog sprints pass my leg with one goal on making it to the sand before me. I step down after my dog and the wind suddenly dies down. The heat from the sun intensifies and feeling of warm rushes through my body. The smell is now my addiction as I inhale more air with every breath. As my foot hits the sand it sinks down making it hard for me to walk, with every step that I take further from the cliff towards the water the wind strengthens. The cold air causes a tear to drip on the side of my face. The more I walk across the sand, a pain starts to set in to my calf muscles, and the burn feels