2nd March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

Big squashy pillows of white and grey cloud out to the south but the blue sky is covered with a thin film of haze so that when the sun bobs into view it is not as warm as it might be. The cold North Easterly wind continues reducing the temperature even further. The glassy green sea is covered with big ripples that plunge onto the beach with a great deal more noise than seems reasonable. Despite the occasional sun most of of deciduous trees are showing no sign of leafage. There may be more cold weather to come. Robins sing. Pigeons coo.


From 2nd March 2022

The grey sky is lighter and thinner. The sun even manages a very brief appearance. The breeze is gentle from the south and the rain, although heavy this morning is reduced to a few occasional drops on the wind. The grey-green sea seems irresolute about which way it should be going and shuffles about on the shore. Magpies travel backwards and forwards between the trees. Blackbirds carol all day long and a robin sings from the clifftop rail. There are still plenty of signs of last week's storms with large branches with torn off ends lying next to the path. A big branch hangs by a sliver of bark over the path. Everywhere is still littered with green pine twigs and brushes. The goats are exploring further down the cliff while one stays at the top chewing the cud vacantly. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #spring #March


From 2nd March 2021

The sky , the mist, the sea form an unbroken grey backdrop. The waves emerge to lap at the beach. The easterly breeze is raw on my cheeks. The sun is already high but only appears through the mist from time to time as a flat, silver disc. Little birds chatter excitedly from the bushes. The big green tractors, beeping urgently, shuffle backwards and forwards busy in their unending task of clearing sand from the promenade. The mist muffles The deep growl of Cotentin's fog siren as she picks her way through the harbour. Clumps of thick green leaves that will be bluebells push up through the leaf litter. Garden escapee primroses line one of the fences.


From 2nd March 2018

The pretty snow now has a thick crust of glassy ice over it. You can't see it until too late and the rain that is now falling is making the ice thicker and slippier.

Peter John Cooper

Poet, Playwright and Podcaster from Bournemouth, UK.

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