Faces, figures and forms appear in the chalk cliffs between Margate and Cliftonville in East Kent. At dusk, in the half light, reduced visual information often fires the imagination; at least it seemed worthwhile to me to take a few shots. Focussing wasn't too easy and the dim light meant I had to use direct flash. With one or two exceptions I was concentrating only on form and composition, not looking for or identifying any human, animal or supernatural content. I only do that when I check under my bed each night before sleeping, as we all do.