It’s like he just has to have a look, teetering on the edge of sheer drops. He’s absolutely fearless, or stupid. I on the other hand, whilst he’s doing this, tend to be backing away or sitting down, clutching my stomach and shouting at him in a funny high pitched voice. Yep, that’s me.
This was on a walk at the weekend, on the cliffs in between Porthtowan and Chapel Porth.