Clear blue skies with fantastic views towards Poole, Bournemouth and Isle of White, though the price for this is a bighting wind whipping in from the east. The ground still saturated from the rain, you can hear the water running under the long meadow picnic area. This doesn’t stop the rasping call of several Magpies sat in Holm Oaks from being heard.
Admiring the views from caravan terrace and finding another Primrose in flower on the bank, the woosh of a flock of Wood Pigeons zooming past draws my attention upwards, to admire there perfect flying formation.
Below the bridge is quiet today perhaps to exposed to that biting wind. Heading round Durlston Head the change is almost instant as I become sheltered from the wind. Instantly I notice Guillemots streaming out of the ledge, an almost continuously stream of chocolate brown and white birds pouring out into the sea. Along the edges of the path Lords and Ladies are starting to unfurl their large shiny leaves.
Only a couple of Fulmars loop in and out of the cliffs this morning. A Peregrine Falcon joins them swooping into the cliffs. This causes a huge fuss among the other birds with Herring Gulls screaming and diving at it, the Fulmar also joins in the assault, before the Peregrine makes a hasty get away.
I notice a Rock Pipit perches on the edge of the cliff, feathers puffed up against the wind, just before heading up the diagonal path.