How strange the cliff path at St Justinians has been just quietly sitting there this week. No cars, no humans - lovely. The only sound being the water rushing past and the plaintive call of a lonesome passing Curlew. My companions were a Dunnock feeding young somewhere, a young Goldfinch with feathers in a caffle, a fledged Great tit refusing to let me pass with an anxious parent shouting instructions. For a brief moment the sun reflected off the Island Farm buildings. All change now with Lockdown easing.