30th October from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The wet, brown leaves are forming a mulch at the side of the path. Only the veins are discernible like a myriad criss-crossing spider webs. Dry yellow leaves, released from their branches skitter along the path in front of the fresh breeze. Raindrops hang uncertainly in the air. The sea and and the wind in the trees make the same rushing sound that fills the whole clifftop. Wagtails are the only birds that seem to enjoy the boisterous wind with their little flicks of flight from one spot to another. Gulls hang apparently motionless. A helicopter drones overhead. The crisp, brown fronds of bracken rattle together like old bones.
From 30th October 2021
Sitting in the warm sun watching the big waves throw themselves onto the beach is pleasant but the wind is cold and sharp when it disappears behind those huge, puffy duvets of cloud. The magpies are becoming more cheeky and asking for titbits. A pair of wagtails bob and weave acrosss the grass. The gulls are surprisingly graceful as the swoop and turn on or just hold steady on the breeze, motionless for minutes on end. #Bournemouth #WestCliff #Autumn #October
