20th November from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
A quiet, contemplative day. The sea is restful and the sun shines warmly from a blue sky as blocks of clouds allow. A crow whirrs from the tree top and a helicopter burbles past. A small child in yellow wellingtons is carrying a pink balloon. An elderly couple pass and by and the string of the ballon becomes attached to the old man’s shoe. He is unaware of this and the balloon bounces along the path after him. The tot toddles on but is unable to reach it. Suddenly the balloon catches on a bramble and burst with a loud pop. At last the infant has the remains of the balloon which he or she examines carefully. He or she does not cry but is deep in contemplation. The father arrives and shows how to put the remans into a waste bin. The child has learnt something about entropy. The air is chilly and most strollers are wearing winter black and brown but the occasional blue, red or yellow anoraks stand out vividly against the bright geen grass. A small white poodle is stalking a squirrel. It stays motionless, paw raised exactly like a proper hunting dog and moves forward in a series of grandmother’s footsteps. Although she has never caught a squirrel in her seven years, she has learnt how to hunt. All knowledge will come in useful one day.
From the 20th November 2019
A spiteful sea claws its way up the beach spitting and snarling. Tiny figures running and cycling along the prom have to dodge gouts of fairy foam driven by a buffeting chill wind. The three quarter old moon peers wanly down from an empty sky but on the horizon the purple bulk of the Purbeck Hills to the West and The Isle of Wight to the East heave themselves out of the darkness. Great ranges of black clouds loom threateningly and a great vicious orange gash tears along the Eastern horizon.
From 20th November 2010
is there such a term as torrential snow, cos thats how it is coming down outside!!
