A cold wind whips around the park this morning cutting through the warmth of the sun. Despite it’s a glorious morning bright and sunny with little to no clouds in the sky. I head down the steep path to the cliffs. I walk over light pink blossom on the floor, I look up to see a Hawthorn in full bloom half of the flowers white and the others pink, the petals fall to the ground like confetti.
Further around Sea Campion and Sea Thrift line the top on the cliff with a beautiful display of flowers. out the corner of my eye something diving in the water catches my eye. I turn to see several Gannets and Herring Gulls causing a scene over one patch of water presumably a school of fish lies below. The Gannets glide over the water gracefully looking for a target. Once locked on they dive down folding their wings close to there body and piercing the water with their long sharp beak.
While the commotion continues not to far away a large raft of Guillemots bobs about on the water unbothered by their noisy neighbours. The sound of them talking amongst each other and preening themselves in the water can be heard, while further along the smell of old fish hits be like a slap to the face.
Up by the lighthouse Gladiolus has burst into flower with large deep pink flowers adorning the flowering stem. While above Skylarks sing and Swifts dance around looking for breakfast.
I head up the light house road, coming through the gate at the far end of the bridge I spoke a bird in the grass of to the side, it flies forward into the sun obscuring my view. I initially think it’s a Pheasant, but as it comes to land on the road in front of me, I shocked to see it’s a Green Woodpecker. It hops about on the road for a while enough time for me to get a good look at it. It looks odd and out of place on a road, its body so clearly built for clinging vertically to trees. It soon seems to realise itself it doesn’t belong here and flies down into the gull presumably to a tree.