27th June from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The dawn sky is overcast and flat. But looking closer the cloud cover is made up of a myriad of different textures, bubble and streaks of different shades. Overhead there is a broad band of mackerel sky while to the west there are streaks and washes of a brighter white. The colour is provided in single objects, the bright yellow of and Evening Primrose, an emergency flare which obviously brightened up someone’s evening. A birthday balloon, a traffic cone and a beautifully arranged collection of bottles. In the fresh morning air there aronly one or two joggers. A stooping young man in a loose, dark coat and long dark hair. A branch has split off one of the sweet chestnuts either through being swung on or purely from the weight of summer foliage. Pigeons seem to like to be in threes today and little bands of juvenile gulls swoop and swirl as they try out their new flying skills.
From 27th June 2022
Despite the earlier deluges which have left dark puddles at the side of the paths, the warm sun and blustering breeze have dried out the grass sufficiently for pinickers to have spread their blankets to enjoy the afternoon warmth. The sea practises to deceive, While it makes a low growly, roaring sound the waves are only about waist high. All mouth and no trousers. A scruffy juvenile magpie is experimenting with the world to see what's under here. And here. And there. Trying to understand where food comes from. An efficiently athletic looking runner is doing what looks like some unspeakable painful stretches with his leg on the clifftop rail. I fear he is not going to remain an elite athlete for long with that torture. A builder from a nearby site holds three cans of coke in one enormous hand,. It's all a question of scale, I guess. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #June #summer
From 27th June 2019
he sticky heat of earlier in the day has been whisked aside by a fresh, almost chill, breeze. It has harried the sea into a continuous sibilant hiss. But it also means the air is crystal sharp and clear. From the cliff top I can see all three lights to the East. The bright pinprick of Hurst Spit, the comforting red glow of the Needles and the firework flare of St Catherine's. Between them are the vertical red strings that make up the TV transmitters at Rowridge and Chillerton on the Isle of Wight while to the South a small cargo ship rides at anchor and a smaller craft busies itself guarding an undersea cable..
