A perfect morning for a walk round the park, warm but to warm with a gentle cooling breeze. Heading through the car park I admire Bulbous Thistle and Greater Knap Weed pocking out of the long grass both baring vivid purple flowers. From somewhere within a Blackthorn a Wren can be heard belting out its morning song.
Heading down to the caravan terrace looking down into the dell, tall Willow Herb has bright pink flowers adorning the tops of its stems. Hydrangeas also has pale pink almost large white pompom like flower clusters adorning it. Fushia is smothered in dark red trumpet like flowers. Above a Kestrel circle looking for the perfect place to search for breakfast. It moves slowly towards the castle in large swooping circles, perhaps riding thermals as it barely flaps its wings as it passes.
Down at the cliffs the sound of Guillemots chatting away is loud this morning, the gurning noise filling the air. Two Jack Daws burst from a Tamarisk in front of me before diving down to the cliffs and out of sight. Dusky pink fluffy flowers cover the ends of the Tamarisks branches.
Below the water is calm, barely a wave crashing in the cliff, three sailing boats can be seen making the most of the weather out in the distance. A large raft of Guillemots can be seen floating of the water, preening themselves or taking a well-deserved rest form parental duty.
Along the edges of the path Yellow Vetchling can be seen in flower, sun yellow flowers catching my eye as I pass. Field Bind Weed creeps its way around the bottom of the verge, pale pink and white striped flowers pocking out of the grass. Below the miles makers a beautiful patch work of Milkwort, Kidney Vetch, and Centaury. Above two Swifts twist, turn and duck and dive all pursuit of breakfast.