Along the path our Cherry Plum is blooming madly, lots of delicate slightly pinkisk petals smothering the dark tree. The close relative the Blackthorn, has hundreds of tiny white dots on the buds as they prepare to open.
At Caravan Terrace a few clumps of primroses are out, a splash of yellow on the ground, while the Gorse is also in flower in places providing a golden yellow to the area.
A few minutes were spent staring at the rock, Ivy and Bramble above Tilly Whim cave entrance in the hope of seeing an Adder, nothing spotted until suddenly I caught a glimpse of movement, and there were two large females, both two tone brown in colour, another Adder was then spotted flattened amongst the undergrowth.
From behind me the sound of flapping eventually made me turn to see that along the cliffs the water was lined with auks, with 29 Razorbills counted, many of them paired up and tapping each others bills. The Guillemots amongst them were a dark brown colour (rather than black) except for one that was distinctive by its white face markings, showing it was still in ‘winter’ plumage.
Close to shore was a Shag, the crest raised in a double wisp as it bobbed in the calm water. Gliding near the cliff tops were Fulmars, sweeping in and out, the occasional cackle coming from one lying in a nook.
The calling of two Rock Pipits caught the ear as did the chatting of 2 Stonechats, the male showing off his bright orange chest.
A Peregrine Falcon took off from its perch, the deep yellow legs and feet catching the sunlight as it headed out to sea, as I watched it turned and circles back around providing fantastic views for me, allowing the different tones of grey to be sighted as well as the dark moustache.
From a Horse Chestnut, perched in amongst the sticky buds was a Dunnock, is full voice, the slightly high pitched squeaky song distinctive from the Robin and Wren that were also singing nearby.
As I returned the song of a Skylark wafted towards me from high above the meadows.