The squawk of a Jay rose above the gusts of the wind, the buff coloured bird floated across the sky, rising and falling as it moved, a flash of blue then the white rump catching the eye.
The rustling of the Holm Oak leaves as Grey Squirrels scampered across the fallen piles, as they bounded into and up the Sycamore trees the larger leaves could also be heard crunching together.
Around the clifftops the cackling calling of Jackdaws. I spent a wonderful few minutes spent watching these acrobatic crows as they tumbled and flew, the back of their heads a paleish grey contrasting well with the jet black caps.
Above the rough grassland a female Kestrel was hovering, the wings twitching and vibrating as it searched for some breakfast amongst the grasses. The Kestrel wafting up every now and then as the gusts of wind buffeted her.
Gliding across the sea a gleaming white Gannet, the long white wings tipped with black, a little further behind a mottled Gannet, this being a youngster.
Below these, the sea was churning a little, white crests rolling over the grey, and bobbing along on the water was a Shag, a long black neck arching just before it hopped and disappeared underwater.
A flock of Goldfinches landed amongst the Teasel and Woolly Thistle heads, teasing the seeds from them.
Overhead the sound of Linnets and a few Siskins was recognised, as was the shape of the flock of the Pied Wagtails, their long tails making this type of bird easy to recognise.
Lots of berries brightening up the grey morning, including the reds from the ropes of Black Bryony, Hawthorn and Cotoneaster.
A few fungi emerging, with a Puff Ball and some Field Blewitts on the downs.