July 25th

The old pine seems to sag under the weight of the summer day. A lumpy grey eiderdown stretches from horizon to horizon. The air is warm and humid. The wind is strong and blustery at times. The silver green sea is furrowed and anxious. Yesterday there was quite a noticeable rain shower a couple of miles along the bay and today a heavy curtain makes its way from the west. But on the Green there is nothing more than a one or two tantalizing drops in the air. The visitors on the beach are well spread out. Only desultory activity on the clifftop. A couple of lads kick a ball backwards and forwards half heartedly. But a younger boy is sprinting up and down the hard, open ground. Where the fire burnt only a couple of days ago, the blackened earth is already covered with leaf litter and pine needles. The crows are in their autumn moult and look ragged and brown. Magpies chatter from somewhere above. #Bournemouth #WestCliffGreen #July #Summer

July 25th 2021

A thin, grey hazy evening. No breeze and still humid. The tranquil sea lands on the shore with a respectful Hush. A few small groups enjoy the peaceful evening on the beach. Distant voices carry. A dog barks. Seagulls wheel. On the cliff side, groves of feathery tamarisk add a mediterranean feel.