A bright sunny still morning as I head down towards the coast path. A Kestrel rests on the very end of a spindly branch of an Ash tree. After relieving itself, perhaps making that much lighter, it takes off flying over the woodland.
The glow from the rising sun paths the park in a golden light, as I walk on to the caravan terrace. Th air is full of the usual sound of Great and Blue Tits chattering away, the occasional flutter of wings giving there location away. In the short grass Primrose leaves are starting to emerge the from the ground. The wrinkly leaves easily recognised against the other flower starting to emerge, Lords and Ladies with large smooth hart shaped leaves.
Heading down the steep path I admire the job myself and volunteers did yesterday open the view towards the bottom of the hill. Further round the sound of splashing pulls my attention to the water, where approximately 30 birds rest on water. Most of them are Guillemots with a couple of Razor Bills mixed in. They roll around in the clam water, the water rolling off there back as they attempt to clean themselves.
Three Fulmars gracefully swoop in and out of the cliff there wings tips just barely missing the stone. Above a loud flock of about 5 Jackdaws a Rock Pipit hops along the top of the cliffs.
The bright yellow of Gorse in flower covers the hillside adding to the spring like feel in the air. Heading up the light house road the woosh of Feral Dove flying in formation above me ruffles my hair. While at the bridge a brave little Wren, stands proud of a piece of dead wood singing its hart out.