A glorious early morning with the sound of birdsong providing a wonderful accompaniment to my walk.
The churring of Blue Tits and the chattering of Great Tits the most obvious, while the song of Blackbird was adding to the soundscape.
Down by the cliffs a couple of patches of Scurvy Grass in flower, the white petals and bright green succulent leaves visible.
A stunning view of a Peregrine Falcon, almost within touching distance, as it rose above the cliff wall just where I was standing, its pale blue grey black contrasting with the yellow beak and black mask. The body of this bird of prey always strikes me as bulky with its short pointed wings.
On the water, almost impossible to see in the sunshine and amongst the white crests and murky brown coloured water, were 20 Guillemots but no Razorbills.
On the main ledge the Guillemots were standing, the growling and grurring rising up for me to hear. A large Crow landed on the ‘big rock’, which evicted the Guillemots, a long line of 150+ then headed off towards the horizon.
Out on the meadows the lovely fluty call of a Skylark, was singing loudly, with Meadow Pipits flitting around the downland.
All across the diagonal path the Gorse is in full bloom, a mass of yellow flowers, which if you get close you can smell the coconut.
From within the Hawthorn scrub, a flitting of activity, and on searching with binoculars a Bullfinch was spotted, surprisingly difficult to see despite its bright pink chest, white rump and black head.
Yesterday, in the sunshine, a Peacock butterfly basked on a patch of bare ground while a queen Buff-tailed Bumble Bee buzzed past.