The grass on the picnic end of the long meadow is taller than me, some of the long blades hit me round the back of the head as I walk past. Pale Flax has all turned to face the sun gazing lovingly up at it. While in the hedge rows Dog Wood is now covered in clusters of tiny white flowers. In the shorter turf Common Spotted Orchids can be seen in full bloom.
Walking along the coast path towards the castle I can hear a Raven quietly cronking up in the canopy but am unable to locate it. While along the edges of the woodland Stinking Iris has started to flower.
Down in the dell Mock Orange, Fuchsia and Hydrangeas have all burst into flower. Thanks to the volunteer’s hard work weeding this week we can see them.
Looking out to see from the glass observation point a great ruckus can be seen and heard. A school of fish must be hiding below the waves and sending the Herring Gulls into a frenzy. Great Black Backed Gulls and Black Headed Gulls have all joined in. A Gull who catches something must be quick about eating its dinner or risk the others snatching it from him. The commotion continues as I turn my attention to the massive raft of Guillemots sat on the water acting far more civilised than any of the gulls. Then gently bob about on the water washing and preening themselves and quietly chat away to each other the sound of which is barely audible over the gulls.
I walk further round where I spot a Raven sat on a ledge towards the top of the cliff, just below the Raven a Razor Bill glares up at the larger bird. The Raven started to call out loudly, with the Razor Bill stills craning its neck to keep it in its sights. The Raven takes off suddenly and flies off round the corner. The Razor Bills looks visibly relieved to see the large bird leave.