An unfamiliar feeling, the cooling sensation of light specks of rain landing upon my skin. The full cloud cover had already been enough to make my morning, so what a treat!
I meander down the Lighthouse Road bordered by the yellow dry grasses, baked dry in the heatwave, and wonder if they can feel it too. And yet life persists, with Common Restharrow, Knapweed, and Bindweed all in flower.
It’s green in the gully, the tenacious Old Man’s Beard layered upon the scrub – it smothers the Blackthorn and Bramble which try to offer their Blackberries and Sloes through the top. Bryony berries a full spectrum of colour from green to red.
I head towards the Lighthouse which is exposed to a stronger westerly breeze which carries the light rain, though it’s short-lived with the clouds quickly clearing and Sun starting to return.
I don’t spot any Autumn Lady’s Tresses amongst the seed heads of Sea Thrift, Wild Carrot, and Kidney Vetch. But enjoy finding some colour in the occasional patches of Dwarf Thistle, Hawkbit, and remaining Ragwort. There’s the plain yellow Carline Thistles too which never look quite alive anyway.
It’s a calm low tide at Tilly whim with the water gently sloshing about the lowest ledge. A Shag swims past, routinely dipping its head underwater, and every so often diving on the hunt for breakfast.
Cute little tweets are heard from the Rock Pipits who flit along the cliff edge. A Hummingbird Hawkmoth flits between the blooms of Rock Samphire, Golden Samphire, Sea Aster, and Rock Sea-Lavender.
Overhead, a Peregrine Falcon flies past, it looked like it had something small held in its bright yellow talons but moved too quickly to identify it.