As I leave the centre black clouds loom closer coming off the sea, at least the wind isn’t as strong as it was yesterday. I head towards the cliffs where I walk past a Robin sat atop a tree shouting another nearby. I walk through the woods where acorns crunch under foot and water drips off the canopy above and on to my head.
I pass a Bay tree where I spot of bright purple shiny berries at the very top of the tree. Ivy creeps over the log edges to sides of the path trying to reclaim the path for its own. The start of some Turkey Tail fungus is starting to form on some of the other log edging.
Along the diagonal path the wind begins to pick up quite dramatically. The sound of the sea crashing into the cliffs rolls up from down below. Small spots of Gorse in flower provides some splashes of colour. A Stonechat hops around the gorse quite happily. Another bird I think is possibly a Linnet appears from among the Gorse but quickly disappears again.
At tilly whim looking out to the Guillemot cave it seems full of Guillemots taking a well-deserved rest. None of them are brave enough to sit on the sea, as it crashes into the bottom of the cliffs below them.
I scramble up the hill alongside the mile markers where I spot some acorn shells scattered about. I suspect it to be a Carin Crow as see one shortly after this land on the path in front of me with something that looks a lot like an acorn. When I get to the top of the hill, I’m greeted by a Magpie cackling from top of a Sycamore.
I head back to the centre popping briefly into the bird hide to see three Great Tits and two Blue Tits all feeding on the same feeder taking it in turns to something to eat.