The shelter looks old but was rebuilt a few years ago out of modern materials but retaining the original design.

Thin grey sky and a blue misty horizon.

A pigeon sits on the warm tarmac

Heavy grey clouds leaving just a knife edge narrow strip out over the bay where the sun shines through with an intense silver light on the water.

Gulls circle on the updraughts their voices growing more faint as they spiral upwards.

A myriad silver daisies glitter on the green grass of the West Cliff in just the way a myriad little ripples shimmer and shine on the blue water of the bay.

Clouds are white, puffy and non-threatening.

At first I think that is a bird on the end of a slender branch over the path but it is, in fact, a squirrel picking and eating the delicate green leaf buds and discarding the debris on the tarmac below

Spring is finally getting going.

A pigeon on a post can’t be bothered to fly away when I approach.

The greenfinches are in full voice today and every gorse bush and tree contains at least one.

Two women and a dog add scale to the scene as they cross the greensward towards the trees.

The sea is blue and sparkles when the sun is out and little, white-topped waves chase into the shore with a playful exuberance.

The ancient dead holm oak still frames the view

The sea reflects the rippling, corrugated grey of the sky.

Big bubbly white and grey clouds stream out across the sky to form slabs and layers covering a quarter of the blue at a time.

White caps trailing out across the grey under clouds a shade of clay.

The weather is crazy, veering backwards and forwards between bright sunshine and cloud.

The sky is a huge panorama of enormous cloud shapes - Big bubbling white cumulus cut across by flate grey steel plates and smeared by white trails.

Sycamore leaves unfurl with their pinky edges whilst the hazel bush is covered in soft green.