Absence makes the heart grow fonder, that's how it feels when you return to a place and wonder why it's taken so long; Hengistbury Head felt like that today. The Head, a prominent headland where the River Avon joins the Solent, has been occupied or utilized since the Upper Paleolithic, when Reindeer hunters camped here, overlooking what was then a rich river valley; the sea being several miles further away. The elements always appear more intense on the coast and today was no different; the sky was azure, bubblegum clouds race across the horizon, whilst a bracing wind keeps the landscape in perpetual motion. Wind catches shore bound waves sending boiling spray high into the air. Soaring on these winds, a Kestrel hunts for prey amidst the dunes and along the cliff edge; graceful, magical, it appears unworldly, existing on another level.