1st December from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The air is sharp. The mist softens the outlines of the trees and swirls along the clifftop. The gulls wail and wheel. The sea curls comfortably on the shore. The sky directly above is clear but the mist obscures the horizon. Above the low clouds to the east the streaks and stripes of bright yellow and gold show where the sun is out of bed but still out of sight. The grass is covered in a thick white carpet of dew. Magpies saunter with the insouciance of ownership. Dog walkers appear out of the mist, nod as they pass and then they are erased from existence. Cobwebs on the gorse are heavy with diamond like drops of dew. And, at last, the sun shows its face coyly through the mist.
From 1st December 2021
The sky is clear and blue decorated with tufts of white and grey clouds. There's a nippy brisk wind and the sea is rippled but glassy like an ancient window pane which has seen a lot of the world. #bournemouth #westcliff #winter #december
From 1st December 2011
The wind has died down but the sea is still boiling. Wads of foam clump together into fantastic shapes: little islands, evanescent many tower'd Camelots, pink in the dawn that are scuttled away on the tide or melt away on the sand. A huge bank of grey cloud to the South and East crawls down behind the horizon and the lemon sun breaks through.
