1st March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
We haven’t seen much of the gulls recently. Today we can hear their morbid cries echoing from over the town where they are inspecting (and fighting over) nesting sites on the roofs of the blocks of flats. Many gulls return to the same sites year after year much to the delight (or chagrin) of the residents. Under the lumpy grey sky a single gold band is all we can see of the sun. It is still cold with a sneaking wind from the North East. There is a long swell but not enough for a lone surfer who stands disconsolately waist deep in the disappointing surf. The goats have taken to climbing among the tree branches and balance there with a sort of caprine insouciance. Goats have no tear ducts so if one was to fall there would be no crying.
From 1st March 2022
A relentless, dreary rain from relentlessly dreary clouds. The paths are shiny wet and the puddles stretch right across making passers by, walk through the wet grass to circumvent them. A grrenfinch sits high up in a bush singing relentlessly. The man who feeds the seagulls says he used to train pilots and he admires the flying skills of the gulls. He points out that when making sudden aerial moves they use their feet as airbrakes exactly as jet fighters do. The relentless sea continues rushing onto the beach. #Bournemouth #westcliffgreen #March #spring
From 1st March 2021
The breeze is as sharp as a knife and there is a heavy dew on the grass. A grey mist smoothes all the cracks and wrinkles in the dawn. Far below, where the surf nags at the beach flattening it and making it hard and even, a lone figure in a yellow coat crouches at the tide edge turning over a few pebbles before moving on and crouching again. Every tree seems to have a pigeon in the morning. At the side of the path there is a mass of violets and on the hazel branches catkins are giving way to fat green leaf buds. The bin men spin out a cheery "good morning" as I pass.
From 1st March 2018
The snow is fine and powdery and fills the air in great swirling curtains. This is serious white stuff. Stay warm.
From 1st March 2015
Raining.
From 1st March 2014
Spring is early this year. The pine trees are already making pollen. Eyes red and itchy.
From 1st March 2010
Pale blue sky and a bright, yellow sun creeping up over the hoizon. But a hard frost and another tough shift for those working all night
