13th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
A strong wind from the south roaring and hissing through the high tree branches and bending the bushes and grases this way and that as it twists and turns along the clifftop and flattens the short grasses to a single shining sheet. It sends the billowing white clouds scudding across the sky. The sun manages to appear hazily from time to time. The wind is not cold and there are times when the morning is quite warm. The bay is swathed in a thin mist which blots out the division between sea and sky at the horizon. The jagged waves are raucous and unrestrained chasing the white foam high up on the beach. Today’s tribute is a little bunch of red edged roses. The cliff top birds, mostly black headed gulls stand facing into the wind. The sides of the path are smotherd in violets and speedwell and in one or places the tiny pink flowers of Herb Robert Open areas with no grass are covered with thousands of wormcasts; treats for the gulls and blackbirds.
From 13th March 2022
The big waves thunder in. The breeze is steady and the air is cutting cold. But despite it all, the sun shines from a blue sky decorated with intricate trails and traceries of white cloud. Small birds twitter and chirrup from every bush. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #spring #march
From 13th March 2021
A boisterous, playful wind chases up and down the clifftop. Long lines of breakers pile in on the shore. Three early morning swimmers bob in the surf. I can see their neon pink glow even from this distance. As it rises clear of the horizon, the sun is cheerfully warm and it feels pleasant in the lee of the gorse bushes. The buds of the hazel bush are bursting into full green life. A greenfinch clings bravely to a dead bramble and wheezes its funny little call.
