A bright fresh morning falls across the park, the air just starting to warm up. A silvery dew coats the ground under foot. I walk through the meadows the sweet smell of the cut grass fills the air as I kick my way through the grass strewn across the path.
Two Kestrels seem to chase each other over the top of the meadows, stopping occasionally to hover. There tails fan opens in unison as they search the ground for breakfast. Swallows duck and dive in all directions in their pursuit of breakfast.
At my feet Wild Carrot having gone to seed curls in on itself and turned a deep purple, brown colour. Red Clover winds its way through the grass, bright reddish-purple flowers giving its location away. The distant call of a Stone Chat catches my attention though am unable to locate the bird.
Walking along a drove between two meadows Old Mans Beard blankets the scrub line now covered in fluffy seed heads. Blackthorn branches are covered in slow berries which look so tempting to eat, though I know this would be a mistake. Hawthorn branches also sag with the weight of bright red berries, giving the path an autumnal feel. Gate Keeper Butterflies flutter there way back forth over the path.
Goldfinches pass over head in small flocks their golden yellow wings catching the sun as they fly past. A Common Blue Butterfly and a Meadow Brown Butterfly lazily flutter past me. Walking along the top of the lighthouse field, I’m blinded by the early morning sun, though I can hear a Robin singing of to my left as I pass by and the distant chattering of Goldfinch. I spot a Raven sat atop of the top mile marker seemingly surveying his kingdom.