Looking round the car park and flat garden where I saw a Fox hanging around yesterday. Each time it spotted me freezing and bolting off in the other direction, though its nowhere to be seen this morning.
A dark grey morning, the thick grey cloud not allowing much of the morning’s sunrise penetrate through. A cold wind whips across the park. Bright red Dog Wood stems add some colour to the dull morning, the bare stems lightly swaying in the breeze.
Down the steep hill to the cliff top a Wren hop along the moss-covered cappers of a drystone wall, tiny tail wiggling in the air. While further along a larger brown bird also sits atop the wall, before the Dunnock spokes and disappears into the scrub.
Heading round Durlston head the wind picks up and the Tamarisk lining the path whipping back and forth violently. Out to sea Guillemots can be seen flying into their cliff ledge for a well-deserved break. As I reach the glass observation point, I look back to see a Peregrine Falcon just heading round the corner of Durlston head and out of sight.
The Guillemot ledge though busy is not as packed as it usually in, with the usually arguing between the birds kept to a minimum. Some start to leave even as I watch, I don’t think they will be around long this morning.
Heading back up diagonal path, passing the mess me and Jason made Monday clearing some glades of Brambles, Gorse and Blackthorn, waiting to be tidied up by todays work party volunteers. I pass patches of Gorse covered in bright yellow flowers, adding some colour to the dull morning.