The thick fog engulfed Durlston this morning, a damp grey covering which reduced visibility considerably (the other side of the field was non-existent), but made the sounds more noticeable!
A cackling yaffle from a Green Woodpecker, which would have been in flight somewhere over the meadows.
Hanging on a gate the strands of silk from the spiders webs highlighted by the droplets of water, the geometric shapes showing superbly.
In amongst the mass of grasses a scattering of flowers are still in bloom, including the yellow heads of Rough Hawkbit and the pale purple of Lesser Knapweed, both on very short stems.
Splashes of bright yellow Gorse flowers added a bit of colour to the extremely dull greyness.
As I came off the top of the hill, and headed towards the cliff tops, I was finally able to see the sea. The sun must have been shining somewhere as there was a strange orange glow across the water in the distance!
A Peregrine Falcon spotted, as it flew it seemed to be struggling, on close inspection with binoculars, it was obvious to see it was holding something tightly in its talons - carrying its breakfast back to a favourite plucking perch.
The growl of a few Guillemots heard, although none on the visible upper ledge, a couple were spotted whirring across, nearby two Shags bobbed on the surface.
Waddling over the grass a large black Dor Beetle, the feathered antennae waving in the air.
A Rock Pipit calling and twittering, rising and falling before disappearing into the rock face. A Dunnock took flight into the scrub and a Wren blasted a short burst of tune.