We were so impressed with the birds at Bempton cliffs last April we decided to do a repeat.
Totally different circumstance's this year 'H' with her broken leg and different weather conditions with thick localised mist me round the Bempton area.
The plan was that I could walk the coastal path from Filey to Bridlington whilst 'H' joined me for the good bits and drove the car in between.
After a pre dawn start we set of for a joint walk onto Filey Brigg and H leaves me and drives round to the RSPB centre at Bempton, the key here is to arrive before they open at 09.30 and you don't have to pay for parking.
Anyhow by the time I arrived along the footpath in thick mist I found her chatting up a photographer he turned out to be the guy who owned and farmed all the land that the RSPB centre is on.
He was my kind of fella calls a spade a spade and a fountain of knowledge on photography wildlife and the Bempton cliffs, once he had sussed us out he opened up we had a great chat and I learned a lot showing us the safe places you could get close to the birds without the big 600mm lenses. Got some great shots of the Gannets with a misty backdrop then while we talked to Mike the mist suddenly lifted in seconds and we burst into another frenzy of activity.
'H' joined me again at Flamborough and Brid where we watched the pirate ship on its mini cruise round the bay, the mist sort of hung around all day giving some amazing atmospherics on the beach at Brid. When we got to the harbour there was a sign saying pirate ship cruise £1.00 all riders, So 'H' says if thats the price I'm on it and I gets jack booted along the plank onto the boat. You only get 14 minutes but what do you expect for a quid.
Now the final task of the day was to find a community art gallery run by a guy described as a showman and artist called Fred Corrigan. We had met Fred exhibiting the work in York last summer we were well impressed by his work and he is an amazing character and he told us what the artists of Brid had set up and we promised we would call in next time we were in town.
Did not have a clue where the gallery was so we called in at the Library and asked they did not have a clue either but they gave us two maybe's.
Cut a long story short we found it and our man was sitting inside entertaining his public great to see him again.
Call all in at the harbour for a waffle and Ice cream, Brid is dirto cheapo everything seems to be on sale for a quid. Anyhow with all tasks completed we headed home 'H' with her swollen foot up on the dashboard.