So  this is where all those rocks (er, stones) on the beach come from. The rain has exposed them; the beach itself has swaths of them, many yards wide and up to a foot deep.  They turn our walks into meandering attempts to avoid the slippery piles.

What I don’t understand is how they became structurally part of the cliff in the first place.  One would think a cliff is fairly monolithic — but here they are, our stony stones, ready to wash down and pile up on the sand.