26th October from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Sudden heavy showers of rain come and go, The sea hisses and roars as it slaps the flat, empty, mirrored sand. Afternoon brings thin, weak rays of sun making muffled shadows among the trees. The paths dry out. The wind is narrow and thrusts out from behind each bush like a highwayman’s rapier. Although it is not very cold. A robin tries out a peculiar thin trill from the bush he has chosen as his podium, Gulls circle at enormous height so that they are mere pencil marks against the clouds.
From 26th October 2015
The thick grey clouds jostle each other apart and a sudden streamer of sunlight lights up the grey green foam flecked sea with a puddle of pure platinum
From 26th October 2014
Beyond the black hunched bushes, the wrinkled polished steel sea stretches to the horizon. Distant gulls pass to and fro and a whisp of cloud scurries across the dawn. The sky lightens, still grey above the sea then pink, gold and an everlasting pale translucent blue.
