Today Seventh Wave will be operating its Takeaway kiosk only.
At the edge of the park a preening Carrion Crow, on top a lamppost, with one week outstretched appeared to scratch its equivalent of an armpit! Upon a one-way sign and Grey Squirrel was happy to observe my following the instructions. Luckily only one Honeybee was active about the Bee Bollard at the gateway to Skipworth Meadow. A strong whiff of fresh cowpat reached me as I entered the Field. With some relief I counted thirty Herford Cattle as being in the correct place! Upon the floor of the Large Copse were many crisp & crunchy leaves. More would eventually join them from the Ash, Box, Elder and Sycamore trees above. From Taskers I spotted the white rumps of two Sika Deer in a neighbour’s field. In the distance our second heard of Herford’s were still in Jack Baiss Meadow thankfully. Amongst the Paddock hedgerow Privet fruits accompanied Sloes, whilst Fleabane flowers had good over at ground level. In Saxon I saw what Wild Parsnip, apparently opening fresh mustard coloured flowers. In Oxeye bleating Robins were heard whilst a Magpie cackled as I approached it. Out to sea the cloud threatened to merge with the horizon, however, I was able to see St. Catherine’s Head.
Upon the quarried slopes Wild Thyme, Field Scabious, Knapweed, Ox Eye Daisy and Yarrow held flowers still. I only heard the call of a Raven as I descend further. Dry, brown Bracken fronds marked the edge of scrub advancing into the downland. Upon the coastal slope were a duo of Carrion Crow. Both Great Tit and Blackbird made an appearance near the Horseshoe Bridge. An adjacent Sycamore had what leaves were left, upon its lower branches, tickled by a light breeze. Just as I was contemplating the absence of Jackdaws, they emerged about me on the Green. Initially the twenty birds settle amongst the drystone wall cappers only for some to relocate to the fence wire and its posts. By the Lighthouse’s western corner Sea Campion retained a few flowers whilst a few Thrift flowers were also seen. Rock Doves ascended from the cliff face initially heading east before turning anti clockwise to fly west. At first a saw a single Guillemot fly out from the cliff face. Eventually there were a dozen in winter plumage sat upon the sea. A Shag perched below the empty “Guillemot Cave”. A small mammal (Vole or Shrew) race across the coastpath near Tilly whim