Pennan is a tiny, historic, postcard-perfect Scottish seaside village around the corner from my favourite pebble beach. The access road is a steep single-track with blind corners down the hillside, popping out between houses at the sea. What Pennan is famous for depends on whether you’re into cinema or geology; let’s just say I didn’t take any photos of a red phone box.
But it’s not a historic fishing village entirely stuck in a timewarp:
At one side of the bay, it’s conglomerates and pebble allsorts. (For geology enthusiasts: more info here.)
After spending quite some time hereabouts, I then wandered across to the other side of the bay.
At the harbour end, the cliffs are that distinctive red sandstone.
Back home, I discovered most of my photos were in what might be called “urban concrete and rust” category, rather than “picturesque seaside village”.