Good Walk.... wrong part of the day

Sitting in the car park of the Golden Galleon watching the intermittent wiper blades clear the rain, we waited for the other 2 of our group and considered alternative options to walking...  any local all day breakfast venues?
There had been an early fog which, as we'd driven to our meeting place, cleared and sunshine caused the visors to be employed at stages of the journey, however as we dressed according to the forecast, the rain clouds were closing in again.

Our aim was to ascend to Seaford Head and observe the Seven Sisters cliff formation from the west, rather than the usual Birling Gap observation angle.
We set off but soon warmed up despite the increasing wind which, by the time we'd walked to the end of Chyngton Lane, had caused the waterproof trousers to be applied in order to survive the ascent to the summit of Seaford Head via the car park where dog walkers were bravely encountering the strong gusts of southerly wind. The rain at this point was lashing across our faces and made conversation a treacherous activity.

We dodged our way across the fairway of one of the holes on the golf course and turned east which allowed the wind to hit our backs. The Cliff edge only metres away, it was only the brave-hearted vertigo immune people who were tempted to see the drop below.

The hazy view of the Seven Sisters came into focus and a steady descent into the valley named as 'Hope Gap' awaited a brief stop as we observed the effect of the storms of the last month or more.

Newly broken chalk segments were scattered across the shoreline.
The quintessential calendar shot came into view as we rose above the nearby cottages that feature in numerous shots of the Seven Sisters cliffs.
The rain had eased off for a good half hour now, and there were signs of clouds breaking up on the far horizon. The final stretch back to the car park however meant some strategic moves were required.  The recent rainfall had turned the footpath into nothing less than a muddy tracks where the work of a large tractor had caused deep rain filled ruts to add to the slippery trek.
The Canadian Geese watched us from a safe distance as did other colourfully marked birds (the identity of which escaped our knowledge base for the moment).

We noted a sign for those less able to identify sheep, and wondered why they couldn't provide similar signs to help identify the birds.

A 2 hour walk of around 4.5 miles had caused a thirst that needed quenching. Dehydration being the enemy of any serious hiker, we quickly considered the benefits of a drink at the pub who's car park we had based ourselves in. It seemed only fair, although it appeared to be a pub that was more interested in providing food, that the ability to serve beer. We left the pub with the sun blazing down and the blue sky backdrop to the distant hills. It was definitely as case of walking at the wrong time of day, and will need to take more notice of the weather forecast in future.