2nd June from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth.

An indolent warm day. People are making for the beach but they are taking their time. Luxuriating in the sunshine. Sunbathers are stretched out on the long grass, glistening with oil. The locals have found the shady places and their dogs lie panting in the shadows. Today the shadows look more enticing than the full glare of the sun. The breeze is nothing more than a warm breath on your cheek. Pigeons are delighting in their roller coaster from tree to tree, their wings held in a stiff V shape. Already the petals of the rhododendrons are dry and brown on the grass. The year moves on.

From 2nd June 2022

The green smell of bracken and tall grass and the mass of brambles now covered in white flowers. The sky is blue smudged with hazy white clouds. A busy wind chivvies the choppy waves onto the sands, The beach is full but not crowded. On the green, all the benches are taken, picnics are being prepared, impromptu games of football and frisbee are taking place. Gulls criss cross the blue sky and glide close over the waves like white ghosts. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #June #summer

From 2nd June 2021

The whole sky is covered by a thin, grey cloud. A fine drizzle fills the warm air. A lady sits engrossed in her Lee Child unperturbed by the weather. Runners from the dense blackberry bushes are beginning to send out white flowers. A couple of builders from the Hotel are having their sandwiches under the ilex trees. Their bright blue hard hats are turned up on the ground. One makes a rollie while the other explains the relative merits of the Roman and Persian armies. The tall grasses bend under the weight of their seed heads.

From 2nd June 2011

Time travel is possible. Its called waiting