Flamborough

Flamborough

A drive over to Bridlington on a sunny Bank Holiday Sunday… Set off early (7am) and quiet motorways all the way to Howden, thankfully. Finished the friends visit by early afternoon, so went on to Flamborough. Must be 45 years or more since I was last there but can’t say it’s changed much! I can remember we camped there a couple of times, but, beyond that, it’s just an alcoholic haze.

Very crowded and had to park in a field. Had a stroll on to the cliffs, and sat watching the kittiwakes and puffins. Then, amazingly, this biggish orange bird flew across – a red kite! I know they’re becoming more common now, but I’ve only seen one before (about 35 years ago, blown across from Wales, by Alport Towers). Quite made my day!

Drove back a different way to take in the fantastic long straight empty roads across the Yorkshire Wolds. Until you hit Stamford Bridge, and eventually realise why there are now long queues: they do have a bridge, and it’s only wide enough to take a single line of traffic… Back to reality…

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