The Hunter’s moon, just a day after full, rides across the night sky, dodging in and out of the clouds that swirl around it framed by the black silhouettes of the trees.

Although there are plenty of people on the Green, the atmosphere is subdued.

A clear blue sky with only smudges of long white clouds on the horizon. #westcliffgreen #bournemouth

But there is a rough wind which smoothes and polishes the ragged green waves on the bay so that it looks like the patterned obscure glass on a kitchen door.

The sky is absolutely cloudless and has that greenish hue that is special to the dawn. The sun melts up over the horizon.

Fairy rings are beginning to appear everywhere a tree has grown in the past. The ones on the short grass are, perhaps, honey fungus, the bane of gardeners but all part of the natural order and cycle of things;

Over the years many trees have fallen (apart from the murder victims). Sometimes a stump is left or a circle in the grass where toadstools grow at this time of year.

A small figure battles along the empty, flat sand into the teeth of the westerly gale.

The strange looking fruit of the Strawberry Tree

To the east, the sun is breaking through the streaks and gobs of purple cloud but the bay is polished grey blue.

The afternoon shadows are long and lovers linger along the fences gazing at the horizon.

The blue sky is decorated with odd shaped white clouds.

And then a thumping equinoctial gale blew in…

There is even a last pink sweet pea of summer among the dry grasses on the cliff.

The West Cliff Green Murder Mystery

Whitened and smoothed by the wind and the cliff top weather. Now it stands, at once, forlorn in the cold drizzle but somehow indomitable.

Cats ears seem to be the first flowers to have colonised the short grass after the drought.

West Cliff Green is a space between. Between the town and the sand. Between the sea and the sky, the cliff and the air.

Trees were planted in the early twentieth century and they have formed a much less formal environment

Some flowering plants are attempting to make up for the summer drought. There is honeysuckle and a second crop of blackberries swelling nicely.