11th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Rain, rain and more rain. The sea in tall, ragged, jagged peaks. Green grey mantled with white caps like a vast mountain range on some exotic, distant planet. Crows flying among the tree tops. Magpies diving in among the pigeons making them jump about. A rough wind from the sea to the south raking the long grass flat. The sun hidden behind huge tumbling dark clouds occasionally making enough of a showing to polish the waves briefly. But everywhere tufts of new leaves pushing up into the light. Mallows, Bristly Ox Tongue, wild carrot, sorrel, even bluebells. But no flowers as yet.
From 11th March 2022
Buffeting wind, driving rain, boiling sea. The goats have found somewhere down the cliff in the shelter of the gorse bushes to lie up. The spreading puddles reflect the grey sky as silver mirrors which shiver as the breeze crosses them. Later the sun makes an appearance and the day cheers up. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #bournemoutheastcliffgoats #spring #March
From 11th March 2021
The clouds are as grey and ragged as dirty dishcloths. (Although if I had dishcloths in that state I would consign them to the bin) The sea is puzzled and bemused by the blustery wind and it writhes and twists on the beach like cat with a firework tied to its tail (I do not condone or excuse this practice). By the end of my walk I have run out of clever images and the sun breaks through in a clear lemon light and the sky is a bright, pale blue over Will's Mum's way.
From 11th March 2012
A staggeringly beautiful evening. Starfire burning intensely against the deep curtains of night. A vixen yelping and barking in the undergrowth. The distant murmur of traffic. And beyond it all the unseen majesty of the sea.
