26th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
After a night of rain, the morning is dull and drizzly. The sun manages to appear coyly behind a veil of clouds but not enough to add any warmth to the cold air. The grass glisten with millions of water droplets that shimmer in what little sunshine there is. The sound of greenfinches is everywhere from the thickets. A pair of Herring gulls eye each other up in another of their odd courtship dances. They stare at each other then one of them does a little lap in the air and they pretend to ignore each other before revesing the process. So like human beings. There is a sizeable swell out on the bay but it seems to peter out of power and is reduced to tiny lapping waves at the shore line.
From 26th March 2022
The cold wind has returned after a two day rest. But the sun climbs higher in the clear sky every day so that to walk on the cliff top feels like a space walk by an astronaut who suffers searing heat on her side turned to the sun whilst the other side, only a few centimetres away, she expeiences the burning cold of deep space. For us, here on earth the air and the wind alleviates this abrupt temperature gradient and it is, for the most part, a glorious spring day. What's more, there are no small birds or goats in space. So we score there as well. Of course, there is the constellation Capricornus. But that is the smallest of the constellations and visible in the September night sky. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #March #spring #Capricorn
From 26th March 2021
Our new North Sea sand is still damp so is untroubled by the sharp breeze, but the old, fine, dry sand is being whipped up into a mini blizzard along the prom. The breeze torments it into eddies and vortices that swirl round your legs so that the sand gets into shoes, socks and every fibre of your clothing. The trick is to walk away from the rasping turmoil, hood up and shoulders hunched. On the pier the air is clearer and the white cap waves race by towards the shore.
