This weekend we made a couple of visits to Chapman’s Pool, a cove located several miles from our home. Getting to the cove (without a kayak) is quite awkward at this time of year, as a 300 foot descent is required down slippery streaks of mud pretending to be paths.
We weren’t the only thing slipping. A few minutes before we arrived, a major landslip ate a big chunk out of the 150 foot cliffs, scaring the bejesus out of the lone fossil hunter occupying the cove. As he breathlessly reported to us,
“The ground shook and it sounded like a jet taking off”.
We watched as smaller rockfalls thundered down to the water’s edge; all very impressive, but a fraction of the earlier slip in terms of volume …
The large pile of debris created by the slip currently blocks the beach, but will presumably be washed away in the next big storm, just leaving the larger rocks for the fossil hunters to pick through. In the meantime, take care boys and girls, and remember that our coast is not exactly a static environment!
