As the rain poured down, I splashed through the puddles, getting wet from both above and below!!
A Robin welcomed me to the woodland, perched as it was on the corner of a drystone wall, its red breast a splash of bright in the doom and gloom of this grey morning.
A flock of Goldfinches took flight from the rambling interwoven ropes of the Old Man’s Beard, gold, red and white adding more colour.
A splash of brilliant yellow outside Durlston Castle from the Daffodils, and a paler lemon yellow on Caravan Terrace from Primroses, some flowers are thinking its spring!
As I arrived at the Observation Point a kerfuffle was taking place, with feathers blowing in the breeze. A Sparrowhawk was attempting to hold down a Wood Pigeon, the wings flapping of both birds. The Wood Pigeon escaped for a moment, flying into the wall and huddling beside it to recover, the Sparrowhawk disappearing into the wood.
After a few minutes the Pigeon once more took flight, feathers dishevelled and a couple of bare patches visible. As it turned the Hawk reappeared making a grab with its talons, another footfull of feathers but the Wood Pigeon disappeared into the woods and the Sparrowhawk perched dejectedly on a Tamarisk branch, just a pile of feathers left to show the drama.
Below the cliffs, 33 Razorbills bobbed, many now pairing up, tapping bills together, Guillemots also on the water but many more on the ledges.
Floating past two Fulmars spotted, their short narrow wings allowing them to glide and soar.
Through the gully, more water, but also a couple of Rock Pipits strutting across the wet turf.