4th May from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

The noise of the brisk wind driving the foam laden waves up the beach is intense. It combines with the sound of the swaying tree branches to make a continuous hiss. When the sky is blue, delicate, high cirrus clouds spin out into wisps and tattered banners. Little birds cluster in the bushes and argue together. Later the clouds become too much for the wind to keep back and a steady drizzle ensues.

From 4th May 2022

The day changes. The weather changes. Cold and grey in the morning. Warm and blue in the afternoon. The wind comes and goes. For a brief time this could be summer with the sea, ridged and rippled like the bark on one of the pine trees, a rich, royal blue. The sand is flat and barely troubled by litle groups that huddle in odd, prehistoric circles. There is delight in the diversity of flora growing up with the smooth waves of uncut grass. Sow thistles, and field buttercups, amid the nodding wild oat grass. Black headed gulls line the fence rails. Blackbirds carol. #westcliffgreen #bournemouth #may #spring

From 4th May 2021

Although the wind is more north-westerly than north-easterly it's still fresh with a decided bite in the breeze. The sky is clear of clouds except for some huge billows that catch the sunset in gaudy pink and grey which fade gently to white. The sea provides a rhythmic susurration. And it seems that every high branch and lamppost provides a lookout for the evening blackbirds carolling their pleasure in existence or chip-chip-chipping at any intruder.

From 4th May 2018

the excited yelps of the girls and the airy laughter of the young man echo and re-echo through the nearly dark trees. The sky is a uniform navy save for the west where the last vestiges of sunset silhouette the towers of Admiral's Walk. And there Venus burns with a fierce fire mirroring the gentler glow of Jupiter in the East.