We got to the beach and made our way down the cliff to the sand. Once we got to the bottom we could see we had the entire mile or so of the beach to ourselves. It was great. We decided the best place for us to be was right in the middle. Walking along the bottom of a cliff on a deserted beach is a little ominous feeling, as though you are being watched. This was not helped by the rather large dead black bird in our path. We inspected, took a photo and carried on. We hadn't moved ten meters when we came across another bird, we looked at it and then continued, only to come across another bird and another then another. There must have been about twenty or so birds scattered across our half of the beach. All big, all in tact, all dead. Combine this with the high cliffs and silent, empty beach and you have a 'I know what you did last scary movie'. We felt a little uneasy, but the weather was way too good for the day to be spoiled so we sat down, drank beer, ate dip and sun-baked with the decomposing fauna.
