The Clouds Go On Holiday

Sun was forecast for today. The early morning mist looked different, a prelude to a hot day? Wishful thinking, no, a breeze got up, the mist went, it became a sunny day.

I walked out of the shower and Wolds-End Tom appeared wanting attention. After a good fuss he walked off and went under the bed (his hideaway), strange, he loves being outside, especially on a day such as this. Walking into the back garden I discovered the bird table had "fallen over" . Something had been going on, but thankfully there were no feathered of feline injuries other than perhaps a shocked Tom who was now recovering having a catnap.I had plenty to do, but this day was too good to miss. 


A camera was grabbed, a summer shirt ironed and off I went for a quick walk. A few hundred yards down the road and I decided to extend the route I had planned. There is a small nature reserve on the edge of the village which I have only visited a couple of times.The air was heavy with the almost honey like sweet smell from the oilseed rape. The blue sky and bright yellow flowers added much welcome colour to a landscape that had been grey and brown for too many months.

A Wood pigeon met me on the track to the reserve.

There is a pond in the nature reserve and as I arrived a fish, perhaps a pike, swirled in the margins. It had gone before I could see it but later I saw a Roach of maybe 3/4lb. A pair of Grey wagtails were collecting food and disappearing into some hawthorn to feed their young. They were not disturbed by my intrusion and I managed some photos by keeping my distance and using the long zoom on the bridge camera I had with me.

A damselfly caught my attention and a photo was secured for identification later (a female Azure?).

I had discovered another path around this tiny reserve which led to me discovering another section with some more wildflowers.

Pond Water Crowfoot

Germander Speedwell

Cuckoo flower

I left the coolness of the tree lined pond and headed back into the increasingly warm day.

There was also a landscape shot that I had tried to take on another day but the sun had hidden as soon as I lifted the viewfinder to my eye. I liked the composition but not the lighting so I put it down for another day and today the lighting would be good.

A hen pheasant did a poor job of trying to hide from me in an open field.

Walking along the lane to the wood I nearly secured the shot I wanted. Although better lighting, as there was not a cloud in the sky, there was some heat haze in the distance so another visit will be required.

There were plenty of Orange-tips about but none stayed still long enough for a photo. A Green-veined white did though.

The shadow of the woodland drew me towards it. A Speckled wood fluttered past. 

I practiced macro shots with this Dandelion clock.

A Willow warbler (if my ID based on the colour of its feet is correct) landed in a nearby tree.It was obviously feeding young and did not wish to give their location away so it waited for me to pass before flying to the nest.

I took the long path through the wood, doubling back to enjoy the coolness before leaving and passing yet another bright yellow field.

On reaching home Wolds-End Tom appeared. The nap had restored his confidence and he felt safe outside again. We both sat in the shade having lunch, his from a bowl, mine from a plate and a blackbird joined us taking seed from the re-positioned bird table. He only got a brief glance from the previously naughty Tom - it was too hot for anything else.

A Trip to the Tip

Today I had to go to the coast. Not a bad thing to have to do. 

Driving through the Wolds, passing through the calm villages of my ancestors, bathed in sunlight, with fresh green leaves on the trees, bright yellow in the fields, blue sky with white clouds as clean looking as freshly laundered bed linen, was a pleasant thing to be doing on a day like today.

Reaching the coast the weather was still good. Slightly  darker clouds were forming, but plenty of blue sky remained and I doubted the clouds could get together and muster up a shower.

Tasks completed and lunch had, I decided it was too nice to head inland again.
Pulling into the cliff top country park at Filey I was surprised it was not busier until I paid for my parking, there is free parking not too far away, I think most had chosen to use that. 3 hours would be plenty of time but it was 2 hours or 4 (why do they do it, would it not be fairer to pay on exit for the time used). Now I don't mind paying for parking but I don't like to have the threat of exceeding a time limit spoil my walk.  Time goes so quickly and miles slowly if I have a camera and plenty to point it at.

I decided on 2 hours and a quicker pace and set off. Shortly after reaching the cliff top I wished I had given myself more time as the views were worth spending time with. Oh well no time to wait for the perfect lighting as the sun chased the shadows around the bay.
Tiny figures moved about Filey. The tide was in and the bay was full.

  

No time to go along Carr Naze and watch the waves crashing on the Brigg. 

Approaching the rocket pole there was plenty of Common scurvy-grass.

 

As I headed along the cliff a Meadow pipet was collecting food on the edge. It must have had hungry mouths to feed.

 Close by was a Pied wagtail

 

I stopped at various places to admire  the view towards Scarborough and my pace slowed.
 

 

I realised now I had plenty of time.

I spent some time watching Guillemots and Razorbills bobbing on the water. There was a strong breeze but it was warm. Time the to head inland and walk down by Filey Old Tip. 

Much better than it sounds as this is now a nature reserve. As I reached the perimeter a Whitethroat flitted from branch to branch in the hedgerow.

Moving on,  the sound of Skylarks over the meadow proved that one of the aims of the reserve had been met. 

A row of trees surrounded by oilseed rape caught my eye. These rich yellow fields will soon start to become green as their flowers go.

 

Leaving the tip I moved into Parish Woods. The memorials on the trees made me feel I was not alone, then the sound of a dog walker calling her dog proved I wasn't. I walked back along roads lined with bungalows. I nearly popped into Filey to the shops, but no, the parking had not got that long to go so I headed back. Back at the car the clouds had broken up even more and I left a wonderful day at the coast as I drove back inland.