20th May from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

The blue sky throws the pines into strong relief. The sea is edged with playful little waves. A slight haze softens the horizon. There is a fresh breeze but the clear sun is strong enough to keep everything warm as you would by putting Sunday Dinner in the bottom oven. In the long grass two bright red poppies with paper thin petals sway in the wind. Little birds sing their hearts out.

From 20th May 2022

A steady breeze busies the clumps of cloud across the sun. It is not cold and waves warmth radiate up from the tall stands of bracken on the clifftop. For me, it is summer. The blackberries are massed with white flowers. A single spike of pink foxglove flowers basks in the warmth by the wall. White trumpets of bindweed wind among the gorse and a pretty pink edged dog rose asserts itself on the clifftop. Because they are so ubiquitous we sometimes forget how striking the plumage of the wood pigeons is. A slate grey back and pink breast with bright white markings on its neck along with the blue green flip flop colouring so beloved of hot car enthusiasts. #westcliffgreen #bournemouth #may #summer

From 20th May 2021

The wind is readying itself for a big blow later this evening but already it's gusting up nicely.  The big tree branches are beginning to thrash restlessly. The grey-green waters of the bay are streaked with whitecaps and the surf is charging in to a mass of white lace on the wind smoothed sand.  A single fluorescent fisherman's float has been washed ashore.  Oddly, for a moment, the sun stabs warmly though the ragged grey clouds.  A greenfinch is tumbled in the wind in front of me but manages to find refuge in a gorgeously purple flowered rhododendron.

From 20th May 2019

A man who is ignorant of the world is a danger to himself. A man who ignorant of the world but is certain in his own righteousness is a danger to the World.