20th October from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
After last night’s watery cataracts, the grey slowly breaks up and by afternoon there is a blue sky and a gentle warm breeze. The sea is a pale eau-de-nil and is calming. The Green is suddenly full of saunterers and all the benches are occupied. The low sun casts long shadows and the honey light oozes through the pines. The light is perfect for showing up the deep ridges of the bark on the pines. The red branches of an old, leaning, Scots Pine glow pink in the late sun. A crow continues to practise its range of grunts, growls and gurgles from its branches.
From 20th October 2021
During the afternoon the big waves bump onto the beach with an appropriate wallop and the white water creeps high up the beach. The wind drives kite surfers far out into the bay jumping and turning above the waves in extravagent acrobatic swoops. The grey clouds race across the sky and the sun manages brief appearances. By the evening there is a steady drizzle turning the tunnels cast by the streetlamps through the treees like fairy paths with the light glittering off the wet leaves of rhododendrons. Then the downpour becomes a hard, driving deluge. The sea roars out of the darkness and I head for home. #Bournemouth #WestCliff #Autumn #October
From 20th October2017
The pine branches thrash and grope across the street lamps making shadows on the path like the ogrous hands and arms of a Hollywood film producer. Time to get inside and draw the blinds before Brian follows us home.
