21st March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Flowers that were fully open yeasterday are closed up tight. The bright yellow stick of a crane on the Riviera bulding site stretches way up into the firmament as if in compensation.
20th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The first pale primrose is hiding under the deeper foliage whilst sitting on the back of a bench, a young lad in a bright yellow hoodie lights up a rather dull, rainy scene.
19th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The sea is blue all the way to the crisp horizon.
18th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Last year’s cones from the scots pine lie scattered on the grass near the little grove of daffodils.
17th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The large glossy green black spotted leaves of Lords and Ladies luxuriate in the fresh, damp air.
16th March from the Westcliff Green, Bournemouth
The sea is steep and jagged, propelled on by a stiff southerly breeze.
15th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The Inshore Lifeboat makes a search pattern along the water’s edge.
14th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The big, bulgy black and grey clouds bumble around the rest of the firmament occasionally allowing a sight of a few rags and tatters of sailors’ trousers
13th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Today’s tribute is a little bunch of red edged roses.
12th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
the benches are empty until a black and white sheep dog decides to take posession of one.
11th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Green grey mantled with white caps like a vast mountain range on some exotic, distant planet.
10th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
there is a big, long swell running and as it reaches the shore it rears up like a frightened stallion and stamps down hard on the flat sand with a cascade of white foam covering the beach.
9th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
A steady drizzle and a roaring sea. The blustery wind has backed to the South West and it is slightly warmer.
8th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The only colour is the lavish golden yellow of the gorse.
7th March from the West Cliff Green,Bournemouth
The crow with the wonky wing snarls and barks at a robin who has wandered over to see what is good to eat.
6th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Some broccoli, half a cabbage and three lettuce leaves. Make of that what you will.
5th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
another grey, cold day with a breeze as cold as the Devil’s breath underlined by the sea slapping onto the sand with some vehemence.
4th March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
A rustling grey sea under a grey sky. A haze on the horizon. Everything indefinite, nothing swims into focus
3rd March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
The waves shimmer and shake as they crash onto the shore.
2nd March from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
Despite the occasional sun most of of deciduous trees are showing no sign of leafage.