If you catch the tide just right at twilight, you can slip beyond the rock pools and clamber up the cliff path. Hidden behind draping ivy and tangles of gorse are the Wedding Graves.

They had to be moved because the ghoul of the bride kept climbing out of her coffin in the churchyard. Now she sits on her grave and wails from the cliffside, her voice flying amongst the waves and gulls. Sometimes fishermen hear her cries from the sea.

If you catch the tide just right, you might meet her on her ghastly routine. Leave flowers to help her mourn her husband-to-be and encourage her rest.