Through south field which has a smattering of pale-yellow Cowslips that are slowly starting to go to seed. A brighter yellow in form of Yellow Rattle is starting to flower and taking its place in the field. Along the edges of the path Red Clover is popping up adding some more colour to the meadow.
In hay rake quar a beautiful patch work of Birds-foot Trefoil and Chalk Milkwort carpet the ground in the shorter turfed areas. The bright yellow and deep blue of each plant making the other colour pop.
Above oxeye meadow the continuous song of a Skylark fills the air, the bird high in the sky, tiny wings beating feverishly to keep into stationary in the air. At the edge of the path, I spot the name’s sake of the meadow, a tall thin stem with a large white flower and a bright orange centre gently swaying in the breeze. The first Oxeye Daisy in the meadow this year. A bright pink flower catches my eye as I pass by, Common Sainfoin. Large flower spikes jut up into the air displaying a wonderful arrangement on flowers.
In rocky area over the wall on the south side of the field a male Adder basks in the warm morning sun, it flattens its body drying to soak up as much of sun as it can. The scratchy call of a White Throat comes from a bird perched on a hawthorn just ahead. Below in the gully Hawthorn appears snow-covered as its blossom smothers its branches.
Wild Clary sprigs poke either side of the path as I head over the ridge in field 6, where I’m greeted with a wonderful view over the light house. Swifts zoom past pointed wings working overtime to keep up their zigzag flight pattern.