12th April from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

A panic-y wind racing about aimlessly while an anxious sea is trying to find some outlet for their shared emotional turmoil. The sky is a huge panorama of enormous cloud shapes - Big bubbling white cumulus cut across by flate grey steel plates and smeared by white trails. And amid all this the sun occasionally managing to force an appearance. For a few seconds it is warm but then it is covered by a milky haze and sulks away as the rain falls in torrents and the wind builds up a real temper tantrum. The small birds are, sensibly, keeping out of the way.

From 12th April 2022

It's that sort of rain, continuous but generally so fine that it doesn't penetrate the leafy canopy of the Ilex trees so there is a little row of dry semi-circles on the path. There is not much in the way of wind and the sea grumbles on without much of anything important to say. Some of our rough sleepers have found some little tents to keep the weather off in the Chine. Everything green is flourishing, the grass is long and luxuriant where it has not been mown. It is the blackbirds' turn to fill the air from their places in the gorse bushes. People are generally cheerful. #Bournemouth #WestCliffGreen #Spring #April

From 12th April 2011

Suddenly dawn has broken whilst I wasn't looking. Steel grey sea stretching away to a sharp horizon. Misty pink clouds against a pale sky. The tree is silhouetted black on the clifftop and a few gulls glide to give a sense of life.