The Valley of Rocks in midsummer feels almost otherworldly — a dramatic spine of jagged cliffs and weather‑carved towers rising above the sea, with wild goats picking their way across the slopes as if they own the place. From here, the North Walk winds along the cliff edge toward Lynton, a path suspended between heather‑covered hills and the deep blue of the Bristol Channel far below. Every turn opens a new view: sheer drops, quiet coves, and the kind of shifting coastal light that makes the whole landscape feel alive. Walking this route in summer is like stepping into a natural amphitheatre shaped by wind, stone, and centuries of stories.