16th September from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

The blue sky is decorated with tufts of white cloud that swell up as the day progresses into big eiderdowns that clothe the heavens completely from time to time. A little breeze is fresh but, on the whole, the day is still warm. The sea shimmers and is almost completely flat but a hidden swell makes itself known in the last few metres off shore enough to make a satisfying little wave.

Poole Bay from West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

Little drifts of swallows and martins are still hawking along the cliff. Pigeons peck at the grass as industriously as ever. They always seem to be busy and never stopping to consider what’s going on around.

From 16th September 2021

I've spent the morning being overly polite to dogs. "No I don't have anything to eat, thank you." And "if you're going to dribble all over me, then I'm afraid we're not going to be friends."