Another windswept morning at Durlston, with the west-south-westerly blowing in, the sea a churning mass of greenish-grey and white.
Bobbing up and down on the water a Shag, the bird sporting its breeding crest, these tall feathers waving in the wind.
The Guillemots once more occupying their main breeding ledge, lots of these black and white birds huddled together, some facing outwards others in, providing a chess board effect of black and white.
A single Fulmar was zooming in and out, sweeping in large circular arcs, wonderful to watch the acrobatic manoeuvres - with barely a movement of its wings, body and tail it avoids the cliffs.
On the more sheltered east coast, a Kestrel took pride of place. I was able to watch this gorgeous chestnut coloured bird as it perched on the wall of the bridge. The bright almost orange legs and feet, balancing on the wide stones, the gusting wind making it wobble at times as it peered down to the Dell floor.
A quick drop, obviously unsuccessful for catching breakfast, as the Kestrel returned to the wall to watch again, popping across to the opposite wall, the wind rustled the grey feathers on its head and the dappled white chest.
Emerging with a bubbling call, a Blackbird which then disappeared again into the rolling mass of Old Man’s Beard, which is covered in its dirty white beard.
A Wren popped out onto a branch of the Wayfaring Tree, which has a slightly furry stem.
Some bright yellow patches of Gorse in bloom along the coast and downs, while on the turf a few Daisies are poking their yellow and white heads out.