24th October from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The big white and grey jumbles of cloud are pushed around by the frisky wind so that the sun can peep through warmly from time to time. Acorns from the holm oaks line the paths. Sweet chestnut cases burst open and spill out their shiny saddle brown contents. Everything seems lush and green. Stands of nettles and yellow flowers take over beneath the bushes. The rhododendrons are covered with pretty mauve buds that burst into delicate flowers. Greenfinches call from the cliff top bushes. Three small dogs chase a crow but the crow has seen it all before and takes off wearily over their heads The grass is now long and green enough for the mowers to be tackling the path edges.
From 24th October 2021
The big rollers break quite far out and only rush up the beach in a mass of white foam. Thick grey parallel lines of cloud march in from the West showing the progress of weather fronts across the sky. A darker curtain of rain can be seen across the hills. The drizzle starts to spit and then turns into a heavier rain is athe dismal aftenoon drags on. #Bournemouth #WestCliff #October #autumn
From 24th October 2013
The cloud is breaking up out to sea. Tufts and plumes are picked out in dawn pinks and orange against sweeps of dazzling white and occasional glimpses of pale blue grisaille. The sea, a dark band of grey against the horizon lightens and shades to a polished silver as it nears the shore.
From 24th October 2011
The rain crashing against my window and spooling down the glass like a carwash. This is when its fun to be inside watching scattering walkers and shoppers huddled in doorways. It’s blowing a hooly in off the greengrey sea. White horses arch their necks and toss their flowing manes. Even up here my windows are covered in salt spray. The bushes thrash and the pine tree sways
