2nd December from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The breeze is as sharp as a cat’s claws and as cold as her soul. The sky is an intense blue but where it’s not covered over in quilts and rolls of grey and white like a badly made bed. The sea shivers and wrinkles where a fishing boat circles and drifts with the tide. The little waves are quiet but restless. Spiders’ webs decorate the gorse bushes with their delicate filigree. Where the sun is able to shine though weakly it makes rays and picks out a single tree and makes its golden leaves shimmer glow. Robins sing from almost every branch it seems.
From 2nd December 2021
The sky is shimmering sheer blue. Unsullied by clouds from horizon the horizon. The sun is low at midday and glares off the water which sparkles like silver tissue lame. The air is bitterly cold but people are eating their sandwiches on the benches and some are even stretched out on the grass. A pair of wagtails scurry along the path not stopping to do their customary bobbing and nodding. #Bournemouth #westcliff #december #winter
From 2nd December 2011
The sun pours honey over the whole scene in front of me. The trees nod their heads in delight. Even the sea wrinkles with delicious pleasure.
