A wonderful bright sunny morning the first in a while. Heading down the steep path to the cliffs, Lords and Ladies are starting to emerge on the grassy verges either side of the path. The large hart shaped leaves just starting to unfurl.
On the caravan terrace water pours down the rock face the soothing sound of running water accompanied by the high pitch call of a passing Herring Gull. Over head a Raven passes by patrolling the cliffs.
The call of a Blue Tit emanates from a large patch of scrub below the Globe. Black Birds busy themselves scratching around the bottom of the scrub. The water below is brown the last few days rough seas having churned up the seabed.
A large raft of 50 or more Guillemots bobs about on the calm brown waves. A Fulmar gracefully flaps its wings as it flies out to sea before turning dramatically and soaring back towards the cliff. The rush of wings over my head draws my attention to a large flock of Feral Dove as they pass over head. They fly over the castle almost perfectly in sync.
Up the diagonal path where the last few days rain has caused some channels to appear alongside the path. Greenfinches flit about the branches of a bare Hawthorn. There lime green plumage shinning in the morning’s sunshine.
Further up the hill a Great Tit looks down on me from the branches of a bare Sycamore, calling the whole time as if to tell me to go away. A couple more peck around the branches of an Ash Tree, a smaller Blue Tit joins the larger birds.