Scarpering is no longer an arrow in my quiver

Gingerly, I descended from The Bulwalk down to The Scarp, which reminded me of lanes around Saint Andre-de-Roquepertuis, just north of Avignon. By now, I had walked for 90 minutes [but in reality not very far], and was looking for a walkway on my right to take me back up to Edinburgh Road. I found it, and turned to snap The Scarp, looking west, which is the second shot. A Scarp, by the way, is the inner wall of a moat. The outer wall of a moat, is the counterscarp.