A little fed up today – have spent the last 4weeks in Yorkshire mainly to walk the coastline but my visit was timed in the hope that I would experience some proper snow but not a flake to be seen – what is it doing in most of Yorkshire today? Yes snowing! We, in the meantime had to put up with steady rain through the night and most of the morning – how mean!
Still we did manage another long walk along the beach, this time in the direction of Skegness.
Even though the beach was mostly deserted, the wind was blowing the sand up into our faces so it was in fact preferable to walk along the coastal path just alongside the beach to Skegness. What can I say about the seafront at Skegness? A wide unattractive (but useful) concrete promenade backed by a fairly tatty looking funfair and various other ‘Amusements’ – I didn’t take any photos as it wasn’t very inspiring (apologies to anyone who lives there) but with miles and miles of coarse sand to enjoy – who am I to complain.
At the end of the promenade, beyond the Lagoon, we cut across the sand to the seas edge and with the wind on our backs, Poppydog got her freedom.
Heading further south Seacroft Sands stretch as far as the eye could see and we shall look forward to exploring those another day. For now though we shall potter our way back along the waters edge, Poppydog chasing gulls and me? Well just enjoying the moment!
As we approach Seathorne the sky brightens, though a little late in the day for us to enjoy.
Well thankfully the wind appears to have died down for a bit and the Humber Bridge is open to all vehicles again so after a damp pack up we are off. A bit of rain on the way but once we were in site of the bridge the sun came out and the rest of our journey across the Wolds was delightful. It was so glorious that I even considered getting my shorts out when we arrived – that is until I got out of the car when we arrived! Sunny it may be, warm it is not!
After setting up we were keen to get out onto the beach, only about 50 yards through the site to the promenade (though our view from the van is interrupted by the ‘Derbyshire Miner’s Convalescence Home’ looking somewhat forlorn and abandoned now which stands between us and the sea).
Walking along the promenade away from Skegness the beach was empty.
This section of the long sandy shore that runs from Cleethorpes in the north down to the Wash in the south is called Seathorne, being the seaside bit of Winthorpe an outer area of Skegness. Crossing the area of low dunes out to the sea, Poppydog was free to run and run…
For an hour and a half we just lost ourselves, enjoying the sunshine, the seemingly limitless empty beach and the crashing waves. For Poppydog there was the added excitement of ‘Seagull chasing’ – aah Poppydog Heaven….
A grey and windy day for our last day in Yorkshire but not to worry as we are not headed far, in fact just a stroll down to Bridlington and a walk along the promenade.
The tide is high so the beach in the centre of town is non existent but parts of the North shore are still exposed.
Yorkshire has given us a complete mix of beach type, from smaller fishing coves in the north to the long expanse of sand running from Bridlington down to Spurn Head. Erosion of the cliffs in the south is clearly a huge ongoing problem and I have no doubt the coastline will look very different 20 years from now. We didn’t get any snow, so we leave Yorkshire feeling a little bit cheated!
A bit of a damp start to the day and windy as per but we will give it a go. Today we are going to try and find Johnny Flinton’s Harbour. This is the northern end of Cayton Bay and I understand at low tide you can walk all the way along, making this a fabulous crescent shaped bay from Knipe Point in the north to Red Cliff Point in the south. However the tides are not with us today, so we park up in the cliffs over looking Cayton Bay and follow the coastal path along the cliffs towards Filey (north).
As you can see we had an amazing view down on to Cayton Bay and a bit further along a similar view down onto Johnny Flinton’s Harbour.
I couldn’t find a definitive answer as to who Johnny Flinton was but the most likely explanation is that he was a smuggler who used this Bay to land and hide his ‘loot’ – how exciting! A long flight of steps winds its way down onto the beach from the coastal path, unfortunately after all the rain these rather resemble a waterfall so we picked our way down using trees and undergrowth to stop ourselves (well me actually as Poppydog is already down there exploring!) from slithering down in the mud. Worth it though….
A pretty sheltered mostly sandy beach to ourselves – we like.
Poppydog is soon suitably lagged in mud and sand but happy to charge around the beach barking and chasing who knows what.
And I am by now pretty good at being able to zone her racket out so all is good.
After a while it is time to face the clamber back up and having not found any alternative route, I have decided that it is more sensible if we both make our own way up. Good job as I need both hands to secure and pull myself up, as my boots quickly resemble great clods of mud with no grip whatsoever and indeed I do end up slithering back down on my backside a couple of times until I reach the drier steps above the waterfall part way up the bank!!
As we eventually reach the car, tired and muddy – I still think it was worth it!
A grey day but mostly dry. We are still trying to explore as many of the beaches that are accessible – that is where the access roads and footpaths haven’t been washed away by the temperamental seas of times gone by, as we can from Bridlington to Spurn Head. Barmston lies south of Fraisthorpe by a few miles but before Ulrome (where access has been eroded).
We ended up parking just outside the small village over a mile away inland as there was no parking in the village itself and the holiday park on the cliff top appeared to be using the small car park whilst moving static vans around. No matter it was a pleasant walk.
Access to the beach was actually a bit of a clamber down from the coastal path aided by the fact that the cliffs are not very high at this point.
Unsurprisingly we had the beach to ourselves, not that there was a great deal of it as the tide was pretty much at its highest. So at least Poppydog could have a run about and a splash as we wandered along the narrow strip of sand.
It looks as though the main access to the beach has in fact been washed away and indeed the cliffs to look very vulnerable.
I for one wouldn’t wish to have my static van or indeed any other type of van perched up on these – would you?