The early sunshine producing a very yellow hue to the morning’s walk, the sun just rising above the horizon.
As I started down towards the Lighthouse a Redwing took flight from the Hawthorn bush, a flash of red as it spun in the wind, followed by another glimpse as it landed in the nearby Wild Pear – it was only at this point I could make out the pale eye-stripe and flecked chest.
The Hereford Cattle are doing a very good job munching on the rough grasses, their chestnut and white hair being backlit by the low sunlight.
A short sweep with the binoculars across the sea produced a glorious view of a gorgeous Gannet, the white feathers gleaming as it passed heading east.
The grassland slopes of the downland producing a good crop of Field Blewitts, all now gone slimy.
Flitting up from amongst the tussocks a Meadow Pipit, the loud high pitched call catching the attention as it moved, in the background the loud squawking cackle of a Pheasant changed the focus of my attention, as I searched for this large but elusive bird I spotted instead a tiny Goldcrest hidden amongst the branches of the Bramble. The gold crest showing well as I watched it hop between the spiny runners.
Nearby was a Wren, all puffed up and round as it perched on the frond of brown piece of Bracken, its tail erect, suddenly it took off with a noisy blast of song.
Under the amazing clear skies last night, the silence was broken by the loud snuffling of a Badger as it made its way toward me, nose in the soil as it searched for tasty morsels for dinner.
A little further along two white rumps, which moved as I approached, the sound of the hoofs of these Roe Deer being heard as they moved slowly down the path.
Overhead a couple of a shooting stars whizzed by, a slight flash in the sky then nothing.