Fox gloves stand out bright pink against the dark blue of the builders’ hoardings.

Quaking Grass (Shiver Grass) is everywhere among the long grasses at the paths edge.

New flowers appear every day. Ox-Eye daisies and Foxgloves today.

The holm oak trees, having covered themselves in a mass of catkins are now producing shiny pale new leaves.

The new shoots on the ends of the outstretched branches of the dark green Scots Pines make them look like pale green candles decorating a Christmas Tree.

The long, straight swell turns over at the waters edge with a mass of cauliflower edging.

Puffy white clouds come and go.

The locals have found the shady places and their dogs lie panting in the shadows.

Blue skies, a gentle breeze and a sparkling sea. It’s worth remebering that the sea can be cruel however friendly it appears and it’s power is enormous and unforgiving.

The ears of the long grasses dance in the lazy air.

Summer has crept along the cliff top paths and in the grassy places and taken the whole West Cliff in its familiar, bright embrace.

A squirrel stops a little way up the trunk of a Corsican Pine and eyes me closely.

A crow is tidying up after last night’s visitors.

As the days merge into summer the world seems to step in closer.

A crow surveys the scene from the top of a lamp post

The difference between the long grass and the shorn areas with their swirls of hay is startling.

An orderly procession of little waves queue up before nodding over to kneel at the waters edge.

The sun drips its syrupy golden light over the bright green foliage of the trees and makes long comfortable shadows and clever arrangements of vertical forms.

A grey, lumpy poragey sky coagulates into slabs and slats and allows the sun beam through from time to time.

The shadows are deep and inviting. The view of the distant sea is framed by the cliff top trees.