From Criel-Plage the road moves inland. There's no coastal road because these cliffs are just insane. Combined with the constant wind I assume they are afraid of losing cars over the cliffs. 
Inland is a nice change from several days of rocks and wind. More fields, flowers and green things. The road led through Criel-sur-Mer, a bit of a misnomer as it's not on the sea - and the day finished up in the hamlet of Tocqueville-sur-Mer. 
Le-Treport is the southern end of Mers-les-Bains. It's a working port, un port de peche (a fishing port) although how they can work when there's no water confounds me. Seriously, I checked the tide table and had to check again. The tides are 8 METRES!!! I did notice that the fishing port and the turn basin have locks so that they always have water. Even with the locks you can only leave on a high tide.
This is crazy!!!
The cliffs continue all the way along this coast, I love this little funincular, much easier than the way that I took...
At least after climbing the Escalier de la Falaise you're awarded with a fantastic view of Le-Treport and Mers-les-Bains. On a sunny day it makes the effort worth while. From here I ran along the Route Touristique and finished up in Criel-Plage.
Another small seaside town nestled at the foot of the cliffs. 
a fantastic day! the seaside town of Mer-les-Bains is picture perfect, gorgeous buildings nestled at the foot of les falaises (the cliffs). there's a lovely esplanade for strolling along lined with my favourite, outdoor patios!
to do list: 1. find a patio. 2. order wine, 3. doodle in notebook 4. stare into space.
none of those cute little beach huts here, this is not a beach for lounging, i think you'd blow away. those breakwaters are spectacular. the winter storms here must be ferocious.
well after leaving Ault it was a straight run through the fields to finish up beside this landing strip. i'm wondering if this is for crop planes or private planes bringing les touristes to la plage...
distance today: 5.2 km
a breezy day as i'm right along the coast, fresh and brisk. the towns of Onival and Ault are side by side and are known for les falaises (new word!), the cliffs. seriously it looks like someone snapped the country in half.
or maybe a part just fell off and drifted away.
the town is full of cafes and as we're by the sea i'm sure i can find another plate of les moules et frites. although i'm finding that running makes me ravenous all the time. i don't know why anyone who wants to lose weight would run. losing weight means eating less calories and that's just not possible if you run. les moules are very tasty however they are tiny. bring on another plate of frites. of course wash them down with un verre du vin blanc.
as i continued along the coast i wondered more about the wind, it appears that erosion is a real problem here. the entire coastline has man made breakwaters along it to prevent erosion. hmmmm ... note to self. do not visit here in winter time. 
through the fields westward to the sea along the D3, a lovely curvy road that finished - surprise! in a pine forest, "un foret de pin" outside of Brighton.
distance today: 6.4 km
distance todate: 180 km
i am fascinated by the canals here. about one km into the run i was back beside a canal passing first what they called "parking a bateau", or marina. the run took me through Saint-Valery sur Somme, a gorgeous waterfront town. 
