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?
Another windy and mostly grey day but we are staying a little closer to home today and made our way to Fraisthorpe Sands. A couple of miles down a single track sharply winding road sits a farm with a cafe extension and rough carpark beyond, just above the beach. The beach is quite narrow (though probably much wider at low tide) and part of the section that runs pretty much uninterrupted at low tide from Flamborough Head to Spurn Head. It is mostly sandy though there is a fair smattering of pebbles moving around continuously with the tides.
For reasons unknown this section of the beach was deserted for the mile or so until our (my) way was blocked by another fast flowing and much wider brook.Still we enjoyed our solitude and Poppydog happily chased around after her tennis balls before a few tell tale spots of rain suggested that it might be time to head back.All along there is evidence of the low cliffs gradually falling on to the beach and being washed away.
Another wild night with pretty torrential (and noisy) rain kept as awake until the wee hours, when it either eased up a bit or we just got used to it and finally nodded off. It was still pretty miserable as we went for our morning walk around the large section of the site which is closed until busier times, there is a sizeable dog walk on site but this area is pretty waterlogged at the moment and as Poppydog still refuses to be towelled down without a fight, I prefer her not to get too soggy in the mornings.
By lunchtime the current batch of wet stuff and wind seemed to have passed on through so we headed to Reighton Sands with it’s small carpark and clambered down what is left of the footpath, mostly now a raging muddy stream onto the beach.
This time we ventured southwards onto Speeton Sands
Both beaches are at the southern end of Filey Bay a stretch of some 5 miles of low tide sand. Speeton Sands was pretty deserted and sheltered enough by Flamborough Head and Reighton Cliffs to make ball throwing an option – so we did…
At the far end of the beach, the heavens decided we were having way too much fun and shed a bucket load of tears, whipping up a nice little flurry of wind to ensure we got a proper soaking – thanks! Still this was a bit of a bonus…
Time to head back up the beach and chase a little sunshine after the storm before it bobbed down behind the cliffs for the day.