Another magnificent morning, bright sunshine and blue skies. Underfoot a crunchy white frost, the individual grass stems covered in a layer of frozen particles and the oozing water dripping through the limestone at Caravan Terrace had turned to icicles
To the coast where the skimming low, heading eastward, a group of 4 Gannets, all just a black shape above the orange water.
Fulmars were soaring in and out of the cliffs, appearing and disappearing into the sunlight, silhouetting themselves as they moved above and below the horizon as the sun rose.
A pitter patter of feet heard, as some Guillemots took flight from the water, other growling and gargling from the ledge, which looked packed with birds.
In the stunted Holm Oaks and Elm a few Goldcrests were moving about, a quick glimpse then hidden again, every know and then the flash of orange-gold as they showed their heads!
Meanwhile a little further up the path, in the Tamarisk a flock of Goldfinches where flitting about, only slightly easier to see, but more flashes of colour spotted.
As I crunched across the downland, a couple of Meadow Pipits took flight, emerging from amongst the clumps of Tor Grass before landing again.
In the gully a cackle of a Blackbird, the yellow beak peeking out from the bunch of Ivy berries. Lower in the fork of a Hawthorn was Song Thrush, its mottled chest puffed up making the bird look almost round. My third thrush species of the morning was a Redwing, a flash of red seen as it flew between Elder and Wayfaring Trees before it too hunkered down amongst the branches.
Bright bursts of red Cotoneaster berries, added to the haws of Hawthorn and the orange of Stinking Iris.