For the first time in a while the journey starts when I step off the train, and only two trains to my destination this morning, Bridlington on a fine sunny morning. The station hall is decorated with flowers, making it a very welcoming start.
It is a much reduced station, and oddly it has not been reconfigured, so the only existing platforms are 4,5 & 6. Thats typical Yorkshire, not wasting money moving the old 1,2 & 3 signs.
Walking down the high street, there’s a queue of about 10 people waiting outside a shop, it turns out to be a tattoo shop, the English on holiday. Still I do like Bridlington, it combines tacky seaside with fine Victorian buildings, a lovely beach, slot machines and there is Flamborough Head infront of me, a Nature reserve. I make no apologies for the number of pictures, the whole day was a visual joy.
I could even see back to a hazy Spurn Point in the haze, although a picture would not do that justice. Despite the obvious temptations of Brid, I had a walk to do, and crossing the links (where the little seaside train even has its own dedicated stops) I soon got into the outskirts, passing the cricket club, and the headland was nearing me now, cliffs rising to around 450 feet in places with vertiginous drops. As usual the path skirts these heights with helpful warnings about erosion…
The path was clear and level, apart from three drops into coves, though being at the beginning of the walk they were not as dispiriting as walking the river Eden into Carlisle last week. The highest were 105 steps and 77 steps.
Being away from the town, it was much more deserted on the beaches, although there were a fair few people walking the cliffs.
Midway on the walk was the Head itself, a majestic outcrop of rock.
At the head itself are two lighthouses, the oldest dating from 1669 and the modern one from 1806.
Out at sea in 1779 British and American warships fought in the revolutionary war, we came off worse that time.
I was not prepared for the amount of wildlife here, I was told there were 200,000 birds nesting, and boy were they. They all had homes on the cliffside.
But best of all were the basking seals.
Moving past the Head, there were plenty more picturesque coves.
At this point the cliffs are at the highest, and the path narrowest! However, there were scores of birdwatchers here to look at the nesting gannets. I will say that the local tourist board caters well for their visitors, each small beach had toilets and ample parking, still it still had the air of an undiscovered place.
Sadly it was all to soon the end of the walk (and after 14 miles I was tiring a bit, and had a train to catch at Bempton. The station was modest but had what looked to have been a grand station house, although it is now unmanned.
Definitely a place to visit again
Copyright Allan Russell 2019