Today I visited the antenna on top of the tower after it was installed yesterday (thanks to Ross and Kirsten!). There's a bright enough sun to squint but not enough to warm the body, just flush my face. Or that could be the walk up spiralling stairway and the sudden exposure to wind. The AGS is further down the stairs, in the collections store room, just next to the Victorian telescope that I'm told is rumoured to have be used out here on the tower. Now, the gleaming copper v-dipole antenna is standing firm – just a slight wibble in its arms in the gusting wind. Strapped to the eroding sandstone. A lightning rod is a nearby companion, a much older installation. Strong shadows and pools of water sit on the roof from last night's rain. Fast moving clouds make a repeating rhythm of sensations, like drum beats. One beat sun, one beat rain flecks, beat cloud, beat sun, beat rain etc. The wind buffeting is a constant through the day. The sea is silvery in the distance with a slightly hazy horizon. Looking down to ground level, daffodils smile back. Dots of primrose. Bluebells are on the cusp. Perhaps less distinct waves of their flowering than in the past. The beats quicken. Up here it's just me, but down from the tower it's a busy day, the garden club volunteers have lots of spring jobs to do, the Travelling Gallery bus is visiting, the cafe is packed, and there's more going on than I know about. I shout to Andy (who drives the bus) – he can't hear me over the wind, but I take a photo.