Up here, on the Hoe, you do not simply stand on the shoulders of bygone seafarers, explorers and settlers, you stand where they stood and understand their points of compass view, to a wide wide world that was out there waiting for them, and is still waiting for you.
It’s a glorious place, even on a rain-filled day, the pelting drops will take your mind to a pitching deck of a sea going ship, bound for who knows where, the rolling motion underfoot, the sea spray in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks .. You are going somewhere, fresh as the winds, free as the seabirds, master of your own destiny, prisoner of no-one.
Come. Come now. Your Hoe awaits you.