7th March from the West Cliff Green,Bournemouth
An aimless cold drizzle develops into a more concerted icy rain. A grey mist hangs over the bay. Big glassy green waves thump onto the beach and crawl high up on the sand. Pigeons, head down and eating voraciously on the short grass seem too busy to be indulging in dancing that proccupied them yesterday. The crow with the wonky wing snarls and barks at a robin who has wandered over to see what is good to eat. A wagtail bounces along the path in front of me just keeping far enough ahead to seem as though he is a pet I am taking for a walk.
From 7th March 2022
The march wind continues to deliver an ice-cream chill to the day. But the sky is cloudless and intensely blue and the sun shines brilliantly. The pines creak and rustle and the long hedge of gorse on the clifftop is staggering yellow against the distant grey blue of the sea. The long waves lift up and tumble over in a confusion of white foam. The noise has risen in pitch from a rushing sound to an unceasing crashing noise. Small birds twitter defiantly from the depths of the bushes. The goats have emerged from the shelter of the cliff face bushes and are indulging in spring time pushing and shoving. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #spring #march
From 7th March 2021
A smudge of frost on the tall grass on the clifftop. The sky is a mass of broken grey cloud but over to the east, just off the the Isle of Wight, the sun bursts through and makes a brilliant orange gold puddle which, in turn, casts a strange greenish brassy glow across the rest of the bay. The sea is in a playful mood: little wavelets chasing each other up the beach. Gulls wander aimlessly, bewildered by this strange world they find themselves in. "Oh?" They Say "Oh? Oh?" at each new bafflement. Crows direct operations from the lamp posts barking harsh orders at the passers-by.
