19th October from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The trees, still laden with summer leaves wallow and sway at the bullying of the big, blowzy, blustery wind. Branches creak and groan. The glassy green swell of the sea is hurried forward towards the beach where it breaks in long, deep white foam fields that stretch far out from the shore. But from a milky sky the sun is strong and some benches are occupied by lunch time sandwich eaters huddled inside their coats. Flocks of pigeons scurry hither and back again.
From 19th October 2021
The wind chases the sand up the promenade in swirling arabesques and streamers. For a moment it piles up in little drifts before it is picked up again and whisked off in a flurry of spirals and eddies as befits World Ballet Day. The clouds are thick and solid despite the steady wind and the mist never clears from the horizon. The breakers are rugged and heap up before curling onto the shore in a mass of white foam. #Bournemouth #WestCliff #Autumn #October #gale
From 19th October 2019
A bright white moon sat on Orion's shoulder. A small, fat badger stopped on the path in front of me. We surveyed each other for a few seconds and, then, exasperated by me not getting out of his way, he waddled away and found another path through the fence and down the cliff.
From 19th October 2017
And the pine trees said to the sea "We can roar louder than thee." And the sea answered "I can roar louder than all the pine trees in all the forests in the world." And the wind said "You only roar because of me. And I can make roar in pain and dread or in joy with terpsichore. But tonight I will make you roar louder than that. Tonight, together we can roar louder than any man can think." And so they did.
From 19th October 2011
There is an abstract perfection in the dawn. The sea graduates evenly from bright silver to indigo at the knife edge horizon. It is like a piece of finest Sheffield Steel. A purple mass of distant cloud grows up beyond this and is, in turn, etched against an umblemished sky fading from orange gold, through pale green to a faultless blue. The bent and twisted pine tree stands in silhouette and emphasisises the mathematical precision of the scene behind.
