Incessant White Noise - Bosigran and Avon Gorge
Bosigran (Commando) Ridge With eyes closed there wasn’t a huge difference; a regular rise and fall in the volume of the whooshing sound as one after the other, they never stopped passing. And so I tried to kid myself that it was the same; the sun on our faces, a gentle breeze and a steep, quality classic route disappearing beneath our feet. But with eyes open, a world apart; the white noise caused by the relentless battering of Bosigran rocks by crashing Atlantic swell only added to the overall atmosphere and adventure, whereas the relentless line of traffic entering Bristol on the A4 through Avon Gorge certainly didn’t. Neither of us had been to Bosigran before and after a day there we agreed it was a top-class venue in every way. An enormous amphitheatre of perfect crags surrounding a cove staging a continual performance of ocean drama. Gannets diving, white horses racing and the odd seal nosing around meant there was ample entertainment just to sit and watch, so even snac...