A still sunny morning, with the songs of Robins and Great Tits filling the air as I pass through the car park. Halfway down the timeline the Red Cage Fungus has gone over collapsing in on itself, but another is starting to emerge behind it. Currently it looks like a dinosaur egg, but the cracks in the white shell are starting to appear.
Down in the dell the light twinkling chatter of Goldfinch can be heard coming from the top of a Holm Oak and Ash Tree. Heading across the bridge on to caravan terrace water is pouring over the top of the rock face. Down in the grass a single Primrose is in flower, a small pastel yellow flower, though it’s looking a little battered from the recent bad weather.
Two Dunnocks sit atop a Sycamore tree as a Shag passes by below over the water, as I head round Durlston head. Fulmars swop in and out of the cliff face at the glass observation point. One comes into land, on a small ledge stretching its webbed feet out and bracing itself with its wings it lands haphazardly on the cliff.
A small number of Guillemots fly in and out of the ledge, only hand full can be seen bobbing about on the water, so I’m surprised to see the ledge so full as I make my way further round the cliff top path.
A Skylark zooms up into the air above the light house green, belting out its repetitive tune. A Stonechat sits proud on top of a drystone wall. Below the light house bridge the rushing of water as the last months’ worth of water rushes towards the sea.