Monday, 14 May 2012

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.

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