Dizzard!

It being Easter and no doubt some appointed day amongst such an amalgum, we went to the beach. But not just any beach - Crackington Haven is, for the next few months, dog free - so instead we went to Dizzard, or to be more precise, Foxhole Strand, a stretch of pebbles and shingle sitting below looming cliffs composed of angled rock strata.
Here's the view back towards the cliffs south of the strand.

Here's a similar view but with a handy pool in the foreground.

And here - cheating because the batteries died today - are the rock strata as recorded in 2008.

Another thing that separates Dizzard from Crackington Haven is that while you are unable, by law, to remove rocks and pebbles from Crackington, at Dizzard ...

Which one's you favourite?
The final attribute of Dizzard is its suitability as a swear word. And this isn't a simple thing you understand. A swear word has to be useful in a variety of literary circumstances. As a noun - you Dizzard - as a verb - I'll Dizzard you - and so on. I'll leave you the reader to find a use for it.