By Denise D'Souza
The three friends stopped for a breather on Beachy Head, the final headland of a range of cliffs known as the Seven Sisters. Emma took a swig of coffee from her flask.
Abby had her head in the guidebook. “Listen to this: ‘The steep dips that separate each of the seven crests from the next are the remnants of dry valleys being gradually eroded by the sea.’ Isn’t that fascinating?”
Emma, her mouth full of ham sandwich, nodded.
“It was worth doing all seven for this spectacular view, hey, Becky?”
Becky barely looked up. She was too busy counting her blisters.
Hello Denise,
Nice! Each hiker’s “view” of the view of the Seven Sisters varied. Well done.
Thank you for commenting. I’m glad you enjoyed my story.
I can see them on the hike. Well written.
Good descriptions. Hiking and blisters forever companions!
I could actually picture this as a comedy sketch 🙂 Lovely little snapshot!