3rd December from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The rude wind bustling in from the North and East presages colder weather to come. The sea grumbles as if being woken too early on a cold morning.Walkers hurry along with shoulders hunched and heads down. The colours of summer clothes have gone and it is all black and brown with hoodies up, The odd pink woolly hat worn by a lady and an orange scarf gives any sign of brightness. The gulls stand in the same manner, shoulders hunched and heads lowered, preferring to hunker down on the grass not bothering to look for breakfast.
From 3rd December 2021
A dull, grey, damp day. The sun peering balefully through the murk from time to time and gleaming dully off the glassy sea. The waves slump wearily onto the shore and from time time drizzle carries on the breeze. A young gull tries to grab a mouthful of food from a crow that is carefully dunking it in a puddle. The crow looks at it meaningfully and the gull slouches off. As darkness falls red green and blue hurtle about the bushes. Three small dogs with glowing collars bring a little cheer to the day. #Bournemouth #westcliff #december #winter
From 3rd December 2010
It's extraordinary how the snow world becomes a sound world. Distant sounds are deadened and the focus is on the nearby. The crunch squeak of boots in the snow, the pink pink of a chaffinch in the yew hedge and the sound of one's own breathing. When you reach the main road do you become aware that the sound of traffic is almost entirely made up of the swoosh of tyres.
