When I think of the top 10 beaches in the world that the travel magazines tout, I usually think of the Caribbean, the South Pacific, or, at least, the French Riviera. Not this one.
White sands and blue seas and 16th century castles. Plovers, dunlins, porpoises and your occasional Orca. (I know what the latter two are.)
I'm ashamed to admit I wouldn't have ever thought that number nine in the world is down there at the bottom of these cliffs, only 8 miles South of John O'Groats.
What a view from your back castle-porch, eh?