4th February from the West Cliff Green, Bournemouth
A chilly, misty flat day. The air is sharp and flat at the same time. The sky is flat and grey with no sign of the sun. The sea is flat and uninterested in the little coaster Schillplate anchored out in the bay. A motor boat and jetski race each other across the bay leaving two scratchy white wakes. The greenfinches are beginning to make themselves known again. Along with the dunnocks and robins we have the beginnings of a dawn chorus. The brambles are lined with little grey-green buds beginning to burst into leaf. A teenage couple are engaged in that age old ritual dance where they try to find out how far a relationship will stretch. “You’ve got my money. It’s mine. I need it. To buy fags.” the lad continues holding his hands behind his back and laughing. And so they continue. We’ll creep away and come back in forty years to see how they got on.
From 4th February 2022
A boisterous, chilly breeze from the North West. The overnight rain has cleared but everything is still damp. The sky is blue behind all those lumps of grey and white clouds and the sun is warm when it appears suddenly. The sea makes a regular cheery thump as it lands on the flat sand. Where workers are clearing invasive scrub from the cliff face, the chopper groans and belches. #Bournemouth #westcliffgreen #winter #February
From 4th February 2015
The sky is still sheer pale blue-grey and the air is intensely cold but the late afternoon sun is warming the Edwardian brickwork of the block opposite with an apricot glow.
From 4th February 2014
Big, solid, brick built Edwardian block where I live is shaking and grumbling as the roar of the gale and the surf rises. The rain and salt spray lashes against the bay window. Outside a dejected sodden dog and its sodden dejected master fight their way up the steps of the block opposite. A wheely bin pirouettes and dances up the Gardens before giving up the struggle and toppling over into a puddle.
