He thought for a bit. “What kind of steps do you mean, Sir? There are plenty of places with roads cut down through the cliffs, and most roads have a step or two in them. Or do you mean regular staircases⁠—all steps, so to speak?”

Sir Arthur looked towards me. “We mean regular staircases,” I said.

He reflected a minute or two. “I don’t know that I can think of any. Wait a second. There’s a place in Norfolk⁠—Brattlesham⁠—beside a golf-course, where there are a couple of staircases, to let the gentlemen get a lost ball.”

“That’s not it,” I said.

“Then there are plenty of Marine Parades, if that’s what you mean. Every seaside resort has them.”

I shook my head. “It’s got to be more retired than that,” I said.