A good day for kite-surfing (photograph by Rose).

(Is that Bee in the foresea, there?)

A good year for wild-flowers (photographed by me).

Sniffed by Horatio.

Enjoyed by Shaun, too.

Though sadly this was not, apparently, because we’re reversing the trend of decades. Just the weather suited wild-flowers this year.

When I was a child, I never once walked these cliffs without being drowned in lark-song…