Walking through the Valley of Rocks on the coastal path

The valley is incredibly beautiful with amazing rock formations and cliffs. There are wild goats on ledges and majestic views.

My walk today – beauty and the trashed verges!!

A walk of up and down!!

First there was the beauty – the wildflowers, the cranesbill, cornflower and wild orchids. The nectar for butterflies and the seeds for birds.

Then there are the fabulous views over the farms, the rolling wolds, out to the sea.

Then there was the devastation. The fucking farmers flattening the whole place, mowing it flat, destroying the flowers, killing the insects and displacing all the wildlife. Leaving behind a desolate wasteland. It make me so angry. There is so little natural habitat to start with – only the hedgerows and verges remain – and they come along and ravage. How are the birds and creatures meant to survive>

Poetry – The Edge of the Wind

The Edge of the Wind

The gull glides

With the freedom to seek its own destiny.

It moves by instinct

Beautifully through the air.

It has no beliefs that it would die for.

Hanging on the wind’s edge

Wings grip the sliding air

Suspended over the teeming crowds.

But I am the drifting skid

Of the edge of the wing

Slicing through the watery air.

I am the shriek of the pebble

In the distance

Screaming to be heard.

I am what the tree reaches for

Hung through the endless sky.

Turn your head and take delight.

Opher 1985

I wrote this long ago as part of my mystical series. I was taken with the idea of flying was really perpetual falling. Yet in that falling was freedom.

I was taken with the idea of living in the now instead of scheming for the future.

I was taken with the idea of consciousness. What was alive? What was the mystical element in the universe?

Shouldn’t we, like the gull, delight in the moment?

A photo I nearly discarded – but now love!

I nearly chucked this one away. The subject of the two gannets greeting each other with a beak kiss was powerful but it was unfortunately bleached out and lacking in detail.

But I kept coming back to it. I liked the dark shadow, the image of crossed bills and the colour.

I grew to love it.

Although the image is blurred and lacking in detail there was something about it that attracted me!

Cliffs teeming with nesting birds! Photos

Fantastic to see so many gorgeous birds nesting on these cliffs – gannets, guillemots, razor-bills, gulls, shags and puffins. I don’t know how they manage to perch on such narrow ledges let alone stop their eggs and hatchlings from falling to their doom!

Quite a sight!!