A bright sunny morning, a perfect morning for park run. Two Robins perch in the bare branches of a Hawthorn. Three Blue Tits burst from the Dog Wood hedge, zooming across the path and disappearing into the dense Bramble.
Along the wall at the top of the dell a nonchalant Dunnock admires the view, while a frantic Wren flits about the larger bird chirping its rasping call.
The sky nearly clear of clouds allows for a beautiful sunrise over the water, the sunbathing the cliffs in a golden glow. The water below though calmer is still crashing relentlessly into the cliff. The sound of Guillemots chattering below floats up. Looking over the down below a large flock fly out of the cliffs in unison. Fulmars swoop in and out of the cliffs elegantly the golden sun illuminating their grey mottled backs.
Looking back towards the Guillemot ledge, the ledge itself is packed while a Herring Gull and Jack Daw sit on the large rock. A Peregrine Falcon soars past and out of sight. I scan the cliffs for any sign of the bird and come across two Peregrine perches of the edge of the cliff one above the over just above the Guillemot ledge. Dark grey stripped backs facing me and as the scan the horizon.
Passing Park run volunteers setting up for this morning’s event as I head through the car park back towards the learning centre. A Kestrel perches of the top branches of an Ash Tree, above my car before diving off the tree and soaring to another Ash close by. It precariously balances on the very top twig like branch. It soars off again coming to hover where the sun rises meaning I lose sight of it.