When I first saw a picture of it, I was transfixed. A lighthouse in the middle of the sea, perched on a minimal rocky outcrop, beneath dramatic white cliffs. Thus it was I arrived at Beachy Head, a misnomer if ever there was one.
The sheer white chalk cliffs, so reminiscent of the more famous ones at Dover, provide a stunning frame for the barber's pole beneath them. Just walking along the cliff tops is such an enjoyable thing to do and then they throw in the lighthouse as well. The fact that you have to pay to park there irked me much but, since Rosemarie wasn't feeling well, I left her in the car and went off on my own, thus saving what I believe to be a blatant ripoff, common along the coastline in this area of England.
There's a restaurant to sate the many tourists who understandably flock here and, either side at some distance, there are other car parks, one of them free, but you'd spend almost half a day getting back again.