Oh, how boring another terribly lovely day, clear skies and a light breeze. In the car park verges Dead Nettle and Red clover add some pops of colour to the car park. While along the curbing where the Wednesday work party weeded, they left a wonderful looking Kidney Vetch. Fluffy light grey pom poms with yellow flowers protruding from its centre along the long stems.
I head down to the cliffs to make sure the seabirds are ready for their big debut on bird boat cruise this evening. Along the edges of the coast path Horseshoe Vetch stands out along the grey of the dry-stone wall. Below the globe a patch of yellow Charlock sways gently in the breeze. Honey Suckle clambers all over the wall, the sickly-sweet scent of the cream-coloured flowers filling the air.
The cliffs are buzzing with activity, lots of Guillemots on the water and Fulmars soaring in and out of the cliffs. Jackdaws busy themselves pecking around the grassy verges towards the top of the cliff, occasionally flying down and disappearing into cracks in the cliff face where they have hidden their nests.
One Fulmar has tucked itself in close to the cliff on a small outcropping, surrounded by Sea Thrift in full bloom it looks rather idyllic. A solitary Razorbill stands tall on another out cropping further round and towards the cop of the cliffs. It then takes a dramatic dive off the cliff down to the water, little wings catching it before it plummets into the water.
Overhead the familiar sound of a Raven calling draws my attention to the bird as it passes by to patrol the cliff tops. Another familiar call brags my attention away form the Raven to a Kestrel also flying along the top of the cliffs. It swoops along the cliffs before veering back inland and coming to rest on the bottom mile marker. Chestnut feathers and bright orange legs showing lovely in the mornings sun.