Along the wooded section of Lighthouse Road tall slender Cherry trees clung onto their leaves. I passed under a Holm Oak arch, in castle woods, and saw the golden glow of the sun between the trees. Tightly closed buds were upon a fellow evergreen, of a Bay tree. The woodland paths were cloaked with leaf fall. Hamish, out earlier than normal, reported a Grey Wagtail, Black Redstart, Siskin, and a Peregrine Falcon amongst his sightings. I paused on the diagonal path and enjoyed a glorious golden sunbeam upon the sea the emanated from the sun between two cloud bands.
A female Blackbird fled the path side Gorse near the Goat Plot. A Robin hopped upon the path ahead of me as waves gently stoke the sea cliffs. Occupancy of the Guillemot cave was such that two of the birds had to perch upon the sloping boulder. They were most vocal, occasional birds were seen flying. A Shag left the cliffs and landed offshore. A Feral Dove swept over Tilly Whim wave cut platform, whilst others populated the cliff edge near the gully mouth. Blending in with their black chimney top perches were Jackdaws on the Lighthouse buildings. I was later to see two pairs of Jackdaws each pair closely huddled upon the overhead wires such that they resembled silhouette hearts. The Kestrel that I saw on the other overhead line flew off to take up a perch upon the lower mile marker. At the gully mouth Golden Samphire plants retained some of their succulent leaves. Off Anvil Point a Shag preened upon the sea.
Climbing straight up the Lighthouse Boundary wall were pioneering tendrils of Ivy, so flat that they looked like illustrations. Near naked Sycamores were near the fully clothed Yew opposite the gully rock exposure. Amongst the grass, a light dew helped me to see small spider web sheets. These were poised to trap crawling insects. Below the Horseshoe Bridge parapets, a Wren trilled away. In the distance a Green Woodpecker waffle rang out. I caught up with the bird as it fled the roadside, taking to a Hawthorn perch, just before the road cutting. Likewise, then Hen Pheasant I heard I was to see between the downland scrub clumps. Luckily the constantly moving mini cloud of Winter Gnats, near the small copse, were above my head. A silent Cock Pheasant was observed disappearing into the wildlife garden. It was here that small flocks of Thrush sized birds were seen. I took them to be either Fieldfare or Redwings. Katie, having also seen them took them as being the latter.