THE SEA IS A DAZZLING TURQUOISE, CHISELLED rough then smooth by a stiff warm breeze blowing up the English Channel. As I sit in the long grass surrounded by flowers nodding chaotically in the gusts and eddies blowing up the cliff face, I have to admit I’m pleased with the results of my bird survey. It means the first stage of my GCSE geography project, The Avian Diversity of the White Cliffs of Dover, is complete.
Fulmars, kittiwakes, swallows, jackdaws, kestrels – they and many more have been spotted and recorded in my small, well-worn and smudged red notebook. I’ve worked hard at this project, and enjoyed every minute.
That day was 30 years ago now and I remember it well. Sadly, I never kept the notebook to remind me of the full list of that summer’s sightings. However, standing on the very same cliffs in July 2023, there have been some additions to the local birdlife that I never would have believed possible.
In the 1980s, I wouldn’t have been able to list raven or
