Another bright sunny morning with cold breeze cutting through the warmth of the sun. As I walk towards the large copse the breeze brings the scent of sweet Honeysuckle to me. Flowering Hawthorn lines the hedge rows as it slowly goes over giving way to flowering Elder. The large plate like flower head of the tree sway gently in the breeze.
In taskers a colour of different flowers paints a beautiful picture. Pale Flax sways in the wind, tiny pale blue flowers adorning the tall thin stems. Below Red Clover hugs the ground unaffected by the wind. Buttercups and Birds Foot Trefoil add pops of bright yellow to the picture.
Entering Saxon I’m greeted by the familiar sound of a Skylark singing high up I the sky. A cluster of Common Spotted Orchids catch my eye located just through the gate. They seem limp for a flower that has just started to flower, the lack of rain clearly affecting them.
Oxeye Daisies form a sea of white and yellow spreading the whole length of oxeye meadow, clearing displaying the meadows name’s sake. Common Sainfoin adding beautiful pops of bright pink to the meadow. Bumble Bees buzz around the tops of the flowers collecting nectar.
I head down the cliffs where I’m greeted with a Peregrine Falcon soaring past at eye level as I pass the light house. While on the path Rock Pipits hop about until flying off in dramatic fashion when disturbed by a runner. Rounding the corner from the light house the smell of nesting sea birds below hits me like a slap in the face the fishy smell rather unpleasant.
I head back up the hill past the mile makers, at the bottom mile marker I find a few fragments of Guillemot eggshell, evidence I suspect of a Raven having stollen an egg.