Exploring Fisherton and Dunure – First encounter 28th of March
I walk down from the school beside fields fringed with yellow lichen covered rocks and past a line of sprawling seafront bungalows. At the end of the row I dip under a canopy of leaves and branches, bright dappled sunlight on the road. The chorus of birdsong grows louder, on the left a break in the trees reveals stacks of fishing boxes, lobster cages and old buoys. Around the bend I emerge at the harbour, I walk along the edge of the wall towards the eaten away and smoothly pitted stone of the harbour tower. From here I climb off the wall and continue across sharp edged rocks tinged with green. As I climb over some taller rocks and into the bay I notice the many coloured and very smooth stones lying just beneath the water, scattered across a large slab. I progress slowly across the beach, eyes scanning across its width: smooth oblong stones, seaweed and fragments of shells. In the shallows many sharp stones rise out of the water, clustered in groups, one seagull sits on the largest yellow-capped one. There is a gentle breeze.
I walk along a half submerged rusted pipe to a small waterfall coming down onto the beach, surrounded by green luscious grasses on one side and dry gorse on the other. I climb up some muddy steps hollowed from the grassy slop towards a protruding stone Dovecot, rounded sides pierced by rough slate-like stones. I continue through deep tufts of grass to a vantage point between castle ruin and the beach bellow. Towards the bay alternate crescents of rough and smooth water sweep in from the sea. The only noise is of lapping water and birds. A seagull sweeps down from behind me, a small plane passes above leaving a streak of white in the sky. The sky diffuses from deep blue above my head to almost white at the smudged horizon.
