WHITE CLIFFS of DOVER

Northern Ireland may have the Giant’s Causeway, Wales its mountains and Scotland its glens, but it’s hard to imagine any geographical phenomenon that sums up ‘England’ more than the White Cliffs of Dover. Their dazzling chalk bluffs, haunted by the melancholy cry of seabirds and almost 2,000 years-worth of ghosts are the last thing we see as we leave the country and the first thing we encounter when we return. They have also been, of course, the first thing witnessed by