12th October from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
A sharp little wind. The sea is restless and sighs in a passive aggressive way at the sand which is clearly not particularly interested. The Hunter’s moon, just a day after full, rides across the night sky, dodging in and out of the clouds that swirl around it framed by the black silhouettes of the trees. The red eye of the Needles Lighthouse glows and blinks. A ship lies at anchor on the horizon its lights, little pinpricks in the night. A fox barks in the distance. It is a scene that is at once theatrical and so full of meaning and yet, there it is. Just as it is.
From 12th October 2021
A nippy morning and a heavy dew. The resident birds are beginning to reappear after the summer's lay off. A pair of wagtails run up and down the path in front of me chirping excitedly. The moon is a delicious golden half melon casting a golden path on the still waters of the bay. A small blcak and white cat glossy and svelt is hunting in the light of a street lamp. #Bournemouth #WestCliff #Autumn
From 12th october 2020
As the afternoon closes in, the rain blears the edges of the world outside . But opposite, I can see lights springing on and people moving about in the warm glow. People getting in from work, shaking the day off. Putting the kettle on and settling down for an autumn evening.
