A brilliant pink sunrise greeted my arrival, the chalk of Old Harry and Ballard no longer white but pink, the sea a similar colour. This quickly faded, but before it did so I had a wonderful view of the Herring Gulls gliding above and a Gannet skimming the water.
The golden flowers of Daffodils are now in good evidence around the shelter of the Castle, with Primroses also in bloom in the weak sunshine of Caravan Terrace.
Out to the western end of the Park where another section of dry-stone wall has tumbled, I enjoyed watching a Roe Deer, its large white powder puff rump flashing up and down as it trotted across the green field.
From the scrub of the Blackthorn came the seeping calls of a Bullfinch, the brilliant pink chest showing out from the dark prickly background.
The Hawthorn nearby was being used by a Blackbird as song post, the fluty tunes one of the noisiest things of the morning as it competed against another Blackbird, which was on the top of an Elder.
Along the bottom of nearby hedgerow were the delicate pink flower of Herb Robert, the reddish stems also standing out amongst the pale greens and browns.
Towards the sea, the sound of the water rolling in towards the cliff heard, drawing me closer, where I could see a Shag bobbing on the water, its crest flapping in the breeze.
A Rock Pipit flew along the edge, flitting up and down singing as it moved along the rock face.
In the woods the Great Tits were calling and from the now just about blooming Cherry Plum came the chittering calls of a Blue Tit, answered by another perched in the nearby Wild Cherry.