Dodging the showers

Yesterday was one of those days when us plucky Brits play the traditional game of dodging the showers. The showers are accompanied by very dark depressing skies, followed by dazzling yellow sunshine and enthusiastic bird song. The former require umbrellas and waterproofs. The latter demand the re-opening of windows and doors, accompanied by tuneless whistling and overwhelming feelings of wellbeing - until the next shower.

Went out in the afternoon to find out what the birds are singing about. I used the tried and tested method of stopping the showers by wearing waterproof gear from top to toe. 

This is what the birds must be so happy about. The sea doesn't actually tip to the left, but I haven't the patience to straighten it.

Can't believe this is only a two minute walk from home. Maybe that's how the birds feel?

A dash of woodland for good measure provided some variation in the birdsong. My bird list is somewhat unorthodox as I didn't see or hear everything on it, but I KNOW they are there. It includes a pair of Ravens on the cliff, Rooks, Jackdaws, 2 Black Redstarts, a Grey Wagtail, a Pied Wagtail, Fulmars on the cliff and a hoped for Tree Creeper. Not bad!

Note the red collapsing cliffs. A dark cloud swung into action here.

Popped into the local superstore, which is a stone's throw from the sea and couldn't resist sharing a flavour of the local entertainment which is on offer, rather that consumables. There's something about the words curry and ferret together, which make me feel more than queasy. As for the Whole Lotta Led...

Final glimpse before heading home - still whistling and dry