Young country diary: Halfway up, this stair is where I sit | Joshua

Pembrokeshire: From here I can see everything, from the screeching buzzards to the change in the sky, and the commotion in the rockpoolsHalfway up, this stair is where I sit. High on the rocks, halfway between the salty sea and sand before me and the ancient woodland behind, a green tapestry that hides the setting sun. The sky above changes from morning scarlet to blue-white-grey to streaks of pink-orange, before twilight brings inky-velvet blues and blacks, with swooping bats and haunting owls.In the bright daytime, screeching buzzards soar, while before me the oystercatchers squeak with excitement as they forage the shoreline for cockles and mussels with their orange-red bills. Ahead is the restless but constant rolling water of the waves, as they claw and grasp away at the shore, only to return it rearranged. To the side of me trickles and tickles a tiny stream, meandering its way to the vast deep blue, playing its part in the endless aquatic cycle. Continue reading...