Weston Farm to St Aldhelm's Head

[puddleshark]

Cold and grey and windy. On the high ground down by the coast, very cold and grey and windy. But the Skylarks were singing their little hearts out, their song louder even than the wind. C. told me of a new footpath opened by the National Trust, heading down from Weston Farm in Worth Matravers to join the Coast Path, so I went for an explore...




Skylarks. The rough pastures full of Skylarks, and the grey sky above full of Skylark song.



Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest...


Video. Click to go to Flickr & play.


Above the sea.


C. forgot to warn me that there were steps on the new path. But there weren't too many, and they weren't too steep.


Violets flowering beside the way.


The horizon lost in haze, and the sea very wide and grey and empty.


Onto the twisty Coast Path to St Aldhelm's Head.


The lighthouse at Anvil Point in the hazy distance.


Perhaps not the best conditions for landscape photography...



Back inland towards Renscombe, with the Skylarks singing, in glorious stereo, to both sides of the track.

Comments

[heleninwales]

I enjoyed your video of skylarks. I love the sound of them flying high and singing their hearts out. They used to be common on the hills around Manchester when I was young, but the only place locally I've heard them is on the golf course on the coast.

[puddleshark]

Skylarks are reasonably common on agricultural land here, but it's the rough unimproved pasture on the cliffs that they really love. You can hear them singing all the way along the Coast Path.

Yay!

[ysabetwordsmith]

I love pictures of paths winding along. :D

Here in central Illinois, it is cold with spitting snow and howling wind.

Re: Yay!

[puddleshark]

Yes, there's something so tempting about winding paths... Even ones that get a little too close to the cliff edge for comfort now and then.

Here in central Illinois, it is cold with spitting snow and howling wind...

That's brutal, even for March.