A strong westerly wind whipping up the water, the mass sweeping in towards the cliffs and crashing against the hard Portland limestone rocks, providing a churning white froth and spray up and over the ledges.
From the blow-hole came spouts of water erupting from below with a loud whoosh.
No Auks (Guillemots or Razorbills) spotted, but flying past with a beak full of something dark green was a Herring Gull, taking this back to prepare its nest, similarly a Shag was also carrying nesting material, this though long and twig like.
Fulmars zooming in circles, in and out of the undulations of the cliff-face, upon which Jackdaws were stood. Suddenly a short screech and a Peregrine Falcon rose into view, the back a pale grey, a Raven also emerging, disturbed perhaps by the Peregrines activity.
Clumps of Thrift, the stems now dotted with dark pink, tightly closed buds, while Danish Scurvy Grass is providing white splashes across the cliff tops.
The purple of Greater Periwinkle, some yellow of Lesser Celandine and the whites of Daisies adding more colour to the landscape.
Singing from the blossom covered crown of the Wild Pear was a Chiffchaff, as I listened and finally located this brownish bird amongst the white and pink flowers, a flock of Goldfinches then descended.
The twittering and tinkling of this multi-coloured flock catching the ears and eyes, the gold and red such vivid colours.
A few clumps of Bluebells now showing wonderfully, while Ramsons and Three-cornered Leek provide the white colour and oniony smell in the woods.
The rattling song of a Blackbird coming from the Willow whose twigs ends are covered in soft furry ends.
Flitting between the Bollard (where perhaps it will nest) and the leaf covered Hawthorn a Great Tit, almost slate blue colour.