14th April from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

A rough, rainy, galey day; huge breakers rolling in across the bay. Throwing up a welter of spray. White caps trailing out across the grey under clouds a shade of clay. Trees and bushes stretch and sway. The torment continues all afternoon. The town pigeons are in residence. No sound of small birds but the greeen leaves are beginning to shake out and some trees look quite green from a distance.

From the 14th April 2022

The morning started with a dense mist and the sound of foghorns in the harbour. Later the mist thinned leaving that strange layer of cottonwool lying over the Swash Channel so that you could see the tops of the Purbeck hills quite clearly above it and the beaches of Studland beneath. I believe this may be a phenomenon caused by the different temperatures of the river water coming down through the harbour and meeting the water of the bay beyond the harbour mouth. It's something we observe quite often here and round the clifs at Swanage, it's possible to look look down from the hills under a clear blue sky whilst the town below is completely hidden from view. The sun is warm but there is still a haze on into the evening and the air is quite chilly. The tranquil sea laps at the shore. Dunnocks sing from the fence posts. Pigeons coo. #westcliffgreen #bournemouth #April #spring

From 14th April 2021

Not particularly cold, nor damp nor grey but all of them together makes a sort of soft melancholy of the day. The sea is ruffled half-heartedly. An RAF Hercules circles lazily over the Purbeck Hills and then runs in across the bay, a little stream of parachutes blossoming behind it. Pigeons coo. Daisies embroider the grass. All is norminal.