Whizzing across the cloud covered sky, the scimitar shapes of the Swift, the dark black wings swept back, as it speeded just over my head the sound of the air being torn apart heard above the sound of the wind.
Also coming overhead were Swallows and House Martins, a stream of them heading north.
The beautiful sound of Skylarks wafting down from above, while the meadows are now reaching their late spring glory. The Pale Flax providing a haze of blue, while behind that, yellow hues of Hay Rattle and Bulbous Buttercups.
The grasses are growing madly, with Tall Fescue, Coltsfoot and Crested Dog’s Tail particularly noticeable.
Singing from the top of the May blossom laden Hawthorn was a Common Whitethroat, while tucked in lower down a Lesser Whitethroat, spotted after a bit of searching.
A patch of leaves made me look more closely, the distinct trefoil shape of the three leaves, each with a dark brown spot of them, led to identification as Spotted Medick.
Crawling across one of the leaves was a Tick, just the size of a pin head at this stage of its life-cycle.
A good few moments spent watching a Kestrel as it hovered, dropped, then rose again, once more hovering, its head a perfectly still as the body wobbled and quivered in the wind.
The Guillemots on the breeding ledges are still sitting tightly on their eggs, a few more days until the chicks start to hatch.
Soaring in towards the cliffs a Shag, the greenish tinge catching the light just before it landed onto a ledge.
High up a Razorbill was showing well, a great opportunity to admire this auk, and see the wonderfully white striped beak.
Walking back, a single flower of a Burnet Rose slightly yellowish in colour on the very spiky stem.