23rd December from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
For the first time in the the last twelve years I have been unable to report from the West Cliff Green. There is no real reason, it is there outside my window, I have the strength of a wet dishrag, my knees just won’ t support out doors shenananigans. I have no idea how I made a post yestereday. Today I had planned to make a Christmas video but my eyes aren’t working. Everybody has been immensely kind and rallied round with more offers of help than I could ever use. You are beautiful,. The West Cliff Green is beautiful. Even the Orkestra is Beautiful. And remember, there are people out the on the West Cliff that need help more than I do. We are a family. The afternoon light is deep and golden. A plane drones over head. The redbrick of Grand Marine Court is warm and welcoming. The sea is soothing but the sky seems darker now.I hope I’ll be back with a Christmassy update tomorrow
From 23rd December 2021
A heavy mist veils the horizon. Grey clouds draw tight above and the drizzle continues on and off. Two wagtails balance on one of the benches and and the and throw themselves into the air as if enjoying the buffeting wind. A crow stands on the rail fixing me with its eye as I pass but tumbles off disdainfully as i stop to meet its gaze. #Bournemouth #WestCliff #Decvember #Winter.
From December 23rd 2013
The storm rages outside. The sea is boiling. It fills every corner with its sound. On a night like this I can curl ip and read ancient copies of Wisden.
From 23rd December 2011
Dark layers of cloud hold back the dawn. A jogger shoulders through the stiff breeze at the water's edge . A sudden tear in the sky low down on the horizon lets through a pale gold light that stains the surf. I follow the jogger's footprints but they are soon smoothed away by the incoming tide.
