July 17th from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth

After the heat of the day has declined and the gentle zephyrs that kept things cool have died away, the evening is still and sweetly tempered. Clouds of all sorts of grotesque colours and shapes writhe along the horizon and creep up overhead like powerful necromancer's sigils in purple, white and grey smoke. The murmur of picnickers is subdued as are the tiny waves on the beach. And, although all the green things are straw and brown coloured, the brambles are reaching out across the path and the gorse is putting on fresh prickly branches. There are still plenty of visitors on the beach as the shadows begin to stretch across the sand. Pigeons coo and gulls wheel on the still evening air. #bournemouth #westcliffgreen #july #summer

From 17th July 2021

The heat beats up from the tarmac on the path. Under a pure blue sky the sea is fringed with the bobbing shapes of swimmers and paddlers. Blacberries are turning from greento pink but there are still masses of white flowers following on. Teasels have acquired a purple halo around the their spiky heads and mullein are stretching skyward and beginning to show their yellow flowers

From 17th July 2014

his year's baby seagull just taken its first header of the roof crashing through the branches of a tree sending leaves and foliage flying in the way that he didn't. Now standing in the car park bemused and befuddled with that gormless look of one whose tiny rooftop world has been turned upside down and can't quite decide what to do next.