The wind was stinging as we made our way out across the path and to the fort. Being up so high above the water, it was intimidating getting to close to the edge. When I reached the farthest point behind the old abandoned fort, slightly over the edge I saw a concrete base. Over the ridge I went and found this ascending staircase that I can only assume was used to greet millitary ships as they aproached by way of the Atlantic.
I stood directly over the staircase to and shot down.
When I turned back one hundred and eighty degrees, a view of the scattered houses at the point were perched on the top of the hill. Each one a different colour and seeming so exposed, I wondered how bitter it must be in January when the north wind freezes the sea.
