The blue sky throws the pines into strong relief.

And because these are ubiquitous we tend to overlook them.

It is the time of the bigger plants to make themselves known. Teasels, docks and wild carrot and the big broad leaves of the acanthus which will become Bears’ Paws later.

Visitors sit out on the benches watching the clouds roll in and back like the sea swell.

Banks of wild carrot and other tall plants are being allowed to grow up to replicate countryside and woodland.

An early walker plods the paths with little apparent enthusiasm

the day is warm enough to lure people down the 127 steps onto the beach for a paddle.

A fishing boat rides the slight swell.

Those who seek living companionship for a few moments. Or who see something in the swirl and glide of the enormous birds overhead that lifts them above a mundane world they have no other way of escaping.

Fluffy white clouds against a blue sky. Well, nearly. Some of the time.

How quickly everything has grown up.

The crow stands and stares at the man on the bench. The man on the bench stares back.

A dull, drizzly damp day.

The sea sparkles and the beach is beginning to fill up.

Despite the fresh breeze that sends the branches of the cliff-top apple tree bouncing and swaying, a black bird clings on and is determined to give us the whole of his extensive repertoire.

Three pigeons sit on three fence posts in line with the horizon. One moves to the wire and back again.

When the sky is blue, delicate, high cirrus clouds spin out into wisps and tattered banners.

The brisk wind chases the choppy broken sea in from the bay where it cascades in a mass of foam on the flat, white beach.

Someone has left their shirt hanging on a bench. It is draped like a precious art object.

the squirrels are devouring the new pollen cones.