3rd March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The trees always look their best in the early mornings with the sunlight slanting through casting dark shadows in contrast with the pale tree-trunks. The sky is a bright blue but there is still a nasty wind. There is a big swell running out in the bay. The waves shimmer and shake as they crash onto the shore. Not with the feorocity of a winter storm but enough to remind us of the power of the sea. The goats are climbing through the trees again. A pure white pigeon has joined the resident population as they wander round the short grass as they always do. Pairs of greenfinches flitter to and fro among the clifftop bushes. Gulls circle high up against the blue like scraps of torn white tissue paper. Magpies chatter and rasp. But the clouds are never far away and return soon after lunch.
From 3rd March 2022
It's one of those days which can't decide between mist or low cloud. The horizon has faded away and the green sea and surf writhes as if uncertain of which direction it wants to go. A nippy wind from the South West carries a fine drizzle which threatens to turn to rain. Everything is dripping with moisture and as the lights come on, the long grass and leaves sparkle with a myriad of jewels.
From 3rd March 2021
The wind has dropped and there is a heavy dew. The sun is sulking behind the mist over the bay but its beams are edging the broken clumps and tufts of cloud with primrose, gold and tangerine. Our little local birds are having the best of the dawn chorus before the more showy summer visitors arrive. The still naked branches provide perfect singing spots for wrens, dunnocks and greenfinches with their strange, old man rasping. The violets are carpeting path edges in even greater profusion than they were a few days ago.
