{"id":3109,"date":"2011-09-15T08:53:31","date_gmt":"2011-09-15T08:53:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?p=3109"},"modified":"2011-09-15T08:57:46","modified_gmt":"2011-09-15T08:57:46","slug":"seacliff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?p=3109","title":{"rendered":"Seacliff"},"content":{"rendered":"

Before leaving Edinburgh, I went for one last wild stomp with Gordon<\/a>. We took the road out of Edinburgh and drove towards North Berwick and Seacliff<\/a>.<\/p>\n

As soon as we headed off the main road to take a smaller one, I spotted a brown tourist sign bearing the exciting news that Tantallon castle<\/em> was up ahead. <\/p>\n

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I had not realised that Tantallon<\/em> was on our route, or I would have packed my hat<\/a> for some site-specific knitting\/landscape photos<\/a>! However, we were not going to scale the cliff walls to explore the castle; instead, we would pick our way along the shoreline, listening to the sea slapping the rocks, the insistent bursts of the wind, and the cries of the gannets encircling the waters.<\/p>\n

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Seacliff seemed to me at first to be a slightly desolate place. At times I feared the wind was going to knock me off balance and sweep me straight into the sea; the ocean is the colour of steel; the dark, volcanic rocks are craggy in outline; the ruined castle looms over all like a great, stony eagle; and in spite of the long stretches of golden sand, there are very few folk around.<\/p>\n

But there is a great beauty in this desolation. The impossibly clean air lends a brightness to the lichen.<\/p>\n

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Treasures lie between the strewn rocks and in the clear pools. There are dark pink-brown anemones, which tickle and suck at your fingers if you nudge them, and the sea has smoothed certain stones into forms – eggs, spheres, ovals – which are pleasing to hold and which lend themselves to being arranged \u00e0 la Andy Goldsworthy<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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The lashing sea and weather have torn things from the cliff tops. The debris includes pieces of glass worn jewel-smooth by the tide, and fine clay bricks, blackened by salt and time.<\/p>\n

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Seacliff is one of Gordon’s favourite places and as we wended our way over the tangled seaweed and dark rocks – mostly having the whole place to ourselves – I began to see why. There is a sense of space and silence there which is both stark and restorative.<\/p>\n

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The landscape has been shaped by volcanic activity. Violent explosions deposited great blobs of basalt and straights of dark, hard rock across the land, while volcanic ash settled in layers, creating sedimentary formations both above and below the sea. In some places, you can see rocks formed in both ways lying beside each other, so that pale, ashy rock and dark, cooled lava lie together.<\/p>\n

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Listening to Gordon talk about the rocks and how they were made, I find that although I can understand the processes and the activity of materials which have made a place, I simply cannot grasp the time scales involved. Millions, thousands, hundreds of years… numbers of years which feel too many to hold in my head at once. I feel incomprehensibly tiny when I try to understand the age of rocks.<\/p>\n

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The Bass Rock is a volcanic plug, formed during the Lower Carboniferous<\/a> age, making it about 300 million years old<\/em>. <\/p>\n

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When we were young and trying to understand time and space, our Dad explained everything in terms of King Rollo<\/em> adventures. So, if we were driving from Newcastle to Clacton and we asked “how long until we get there?” Pops would say “10 King Rollo<\/em> adventures” or however many King Rollo<\/em> adventures (approx. 5 minutes long each) corresponded to the length of remaining journey time. If King Rollo<\/em> adventures are 5 minutes long each, then there are 288 King Rollo<\/em> adventures in a day, and 103,680 in a year. So, Pops, in case you’re reading this, Bass Rock was formed 31,104,000,000,000 King Rollo<\/em> adventures ago<\/em>.<\/p>\n