19th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The sky is intensely blue and entirely cloudless and the sun is warm. The air is fresh and cold. The grass is rich with sparkling dew. A single plane scratches a white line across the gap between two trees. The sea is blue all the way to the crisp horizon. Already people are occupying the benches and enjoying the view and the sunshine. There seems to be a robin singing on every branch. Daffodils push up everywhere there is space for them.
From 19th March 2022
The breeze is still chilly and buffeting. The surf roars. The night sky towers above only thinly veiled by a slight mist. Orion wheels away to the West and pride of the heavens goes to Sirius The Dog Star which blazes out like a beacon. But to the west beyond the pier the huge orange moon is rising in its magnificance. The man who befriends the crows has his camera with the long lens resting on the fence. A small crowd has gathered round him as he explains what can be understood from this spectacle. Distant Saturday night voices carry on the breeze. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #spring #March #moon
From 19th March 2021
Somewhere behind those lumpy grey clouds the sun is trying to break through. Occasional splashes of gold reflect up off the sea but the air is filled with a fine drizzle that wets the paths and pavements except under the trees where it cannot penetrate. The greenfinches and small birds have retreated to the fastnesses of the holm oaks. There is no swell on the sea but it is wrinkled by the breeze. Primroses are still making a show.
From 19th March 2020
The grass is heavy with moisture. The air is still and damp. Voices in deep conversation carry right across the WestCliff. The scent of wild garlic is thick on the air. The sea is sighs with pleasure like someone crawling into a bed with newly laundered sheets. Two big blokes are approaching out of the darkness towards me. I make to move aside on the path. One points and says "Nice shoes, Mate" at my pink trainers. I can only say "Cool. Thanks." but I am glowing with pride and goodwill as I make my way up the steps to the front door.
From 19th March 2017
Celandines. Sign of spring.
From 19th March 2016
First bluebells.
