8th December from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The grass is heavy with white ice crystals. Even at mid-day the brown leaves at the side of the path are thickly sugared with frost. The only creatures venturing out are squirrels and the incorrigible wagtails performing their antics as if quite unaware of the intense cold that is keeping everyone else at home. The sea is almost dead calm and shimmers like silver lame under the clear blue sky. The air remains ice-box chilled all day. But by the afternoon, the brilliant golden light and the vivid green of the grass makes it one of the most stunningly beautiful days of the year.
From 8th December 2021
The three planets - Jupiter, Saturn, Venus (reading from left to right) are strung out equidistant apart along what appears to be a straight line. The waxing crescent moon hangs below like Cinderella's glass slipper hung from a washing line. The sky is sharp and clear and a cold little wind sends you hurrying along the cliff top. The retreating sea leaves long silver fingers on the darkening sand. #Bournemouth #WestCliff #winter #december
From 8th December 2012
Swimming in the frosty dawn air. The mist hanging over the water. The sun rising lemon yellow out of the sea. Then a brisk walk back along the clifftop, the grass still powdered with icing sugar
