4th June from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
A crisp chilly wind. The long, straight swell turns over at the waters edge with a mass of cauliflower edging. The sun takes a little while to warm the dawn from the clear blue sky. Its rays rake across the grass and through the trees. Pigeons race across, no time for their aerobatics. Breakfast is too important. The big, white bells of Hedge Bindweed trumpet themselves to the dawn. Big cushions of cranesbills lurk in the shade. But the gorse flowers are already replaced by their hairy fruit capsules.
From 4th June 2022
A grey morning but where the early rays of sun could find a way through, they polished the steely sea into silver puddles. The wind is rough and strong and by the afternoon there are big glassy waves that children are delighted to bob about in. It's warm, muggy almost and the sky manages a few dribbles of rain from time to time A blackbird is annoyed at something and chip chip chips it angry voice from the heart of a gorse bush. The mallows are in full bloom. These are closely related to garden hollyhocks and the leaves are similar in shape although they are a bit smaller. The flowers are quite large, about 2 cms across and have five petals of a delightful pinky mauve colour with three neat stripes of purple running the length from base to scalloped edge. It's always worth looking quite closely at flowers we might pass every day without a second glance. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #June #summer
From 4th June 2014
A fine drizzle drifts down, a gold curtain in the street light. The sea kneels and is nodding it's white beard in supplication saying some old prayer beads in a language you can't quite make out. I can see the lights of the Isle of Wight fine tonight despite the low cloud. The two red jewelled television towers with the haze of Freshwater in between and the intermittent ruby flash of the Needles light.
From 4th June 2012
I can see the enormous beacon on Ballard Down and two more over on the Isle of Wight. In between a golden path made by a big moon across the bay. Something visceral in the seeing of it.
