The breeze makes the long grass in long meadow, some bits taller than me, sway gently. Nearer the ground the odd patch of pale pink gives away the location of a Common Spotted Orchid. In the shorter patches of grass Yellow Rattle can be seen in flower, though its just starting to go over. On the other side of the path Dog Wood can also be seen in flower though the white blossom is going over now. A purple Stinking Iris flower pokes through a large patch of fluffy Mares Tail.
Along the cost path Woody Nightshade is adorned with small purple trumpet like flowers, its creeps its way up a young Willow tree. The Holm Oaks to the side of the dell is alive with Grey Squirrels, three chase each other up and down the trunk of a tree, while above at least five more scamper about the branches, sending leaves falling to the ground.
Heading down the steep path, I pass a part of the wall on the inland side that seems too cheap. I pear inside to see if I can spot the chicks inside, unfortunately there to tucked in. I move off and wait around to see who these chicks belong to, a few moments later a Blue Tit fly into the crack in the wall. Watch the parent come and go a few times, obviously having found a bountiful supply of food in the Holm Oak tree opposite its nest. Above the wall with the nest a Wren sings at the tops of its lungs waggling its tiny tail in the air.
The clifftops are the usual hub of activity, one Fulmar gracefully swooping in and out of the cliffs. On the water a small group of Guillemots take a break from the chaos of the ledges above. Passing over the top of the large ledge below the strong fishy smell of the birds below wafts over the path. A Raven patrols the cliff, wing feathers looking like it’s taken a beating, the sauce of the beating soon shows itself as a flock of ten Jackdaws dive bomb the Raven repeatedly. The Raven makes its escape only to then be attacked by a passing Herring Gull.