A thick layer of cloud cover blots out the sunrise this morning, causing it to be so dark still I check the time to make sure I haven’t come in an hour early. Accompanied by the cold easterly wind it makes for quiet an atmospheric walk.
Heading down Durlston head listening to the waves crashing into the sore, a couple of Great Tits and a Robin make an appearance. Even the birds seem to think it’s not quiet morning, as there usual morning songs are noticed by their absence.
A Shag fly’s low over the tumultuous sea down in Durlston Bay. The fronds on Tamarisk sway violently in the wind, as the wind picks up as I head round Durlston head. More Shags can be seen below the cliffs heading in all directions desperately battling against the wind.
Below the glass observation point, a Fulmar swoops low over the sea the mottled grey back almost becoming invisible against the dark turning sea. Keeping its winds straight it battles against the wind to perform its near perfect circles in and out of the cliff face. Guillemots lounge on the water approximately 20 of them bobbing around on the rough water. More clumsily crash into the water to join the ones already there.
Two Ravens patrol the cliff tops cronking as they pass by, another passes shortly after with something clutched in its beak, something small and furry I can’t quite make out.
The light house is still on and the light as it turns catches my eye every so often as I make my way towards it. A Kestrel flies low through the gully, flying from one piece of scrub to another.
Looking down below the light house bridge I spot a tree that’s come down over the last few days down in the gully. The Ivy having acted as a sail for the wind to bring the tree down, leaving a gap in the canopy for sunlight (when the suns out) to get through.