Buff-tailed Bumblebees buzz around the blossom on Blackthorn that lines the past along long meadow. I pass a Horse Chestnut who’s leaves have completely unfurled and tiny flower candles are starting to develop. At the very top on an Ash tree a Goldfinch sings out.
As I pass through the gate into the woodland, I can hear two Wren either side of the gate belting out their song, though I’m unable to see the tiny birds.
I head down to caravan terrace where bright colours can be seen everywhere. Primrose line the edges giving splashes of yellow, while tiny Dog Violets provide tiny pops of purple and one lone Bluebell provides a big splash of purple. The green from all the trees freshly in leaf and the blue sea make quite the picture.
Looking out to sea from the cliff path lots of Guillemots can be seen bobbing about on the water. A small group of four Razorbills can be seen hiding amongst the Guillemots. Two Fulmars elegantly sore in and out of the cliffs edge, while a Jackdaw passes by with a stick in its beak for nest building.
Turning the corner further along the path the smell of the ledge below hits all at once a horrible putrid fishy smell, it soon fades as I keep walking. The sound of the Guillemots floats up to the path a lot more pleasant than there smell.
At the lighthouse I spot a Greenfinch on a patch of scrub its soon chased off by a Great Tit though. Beyond this a Stonechat sings from the very top of a Blackthorn stem which swags under the weight of the bird.