The cliff is glorious with yellow flowers. Blue moor grass flowers about Easter tide so its seed-heads appear on the cliff-edge. The rare Lancastrian whitebeam grows in the buttress and cliff-face, the pale under-side of its leaves making the tree look as if it's in flower.
A redstart is singing, hidden by the sheer cliff and the woodland trees. The acoustic of the rock-face makes it hard to pin-point his song and he has several display perches. Unlike the cuckoo whose faint call tells he's in flight over the escarpment the male redstart is settled in a smallish territory. The cliff-edge is wavering and hides trees grow close against it. Seeking and not finding redstart, I see into the secret and inaccessible wood below the cliff, now at its loveliest with tree flowers and the canopy freshly in leaf.
If a heat-wave burns off the rock-face flora fast can rain give bring a second flowering? Last spring saw an early heat wave that stressed the flowers and later, after rain, clumps of hoary rock rose reappeared. The Queen's Road rue-leaved saxifrage was a mas of tiny white flowers a couple of days ago, after a day of light rain.













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