A walk from Robin Hood’s Bay….

A bit of sunshine around this morning but it didn’t last long and greyness was the order of the rest of the day.  Today we are off to explore the coastline between Scarborough and Whitby, parking up at Whitby Abbey, we start our walk southwards along the lane.  After about a mile we follow a footpath to the cliffs and get our first look down on Saltwick Bay.We didn’t go down onto this beach as we have a fair bit of ground to cover today and instead we walk along the coastal path back to the car.  From here we travel a couple of miles south to Robin Hood’s Bay.An attractive cliff side village, with narrow windy cobbled streets leading down to the sea.  It was busy with holiday makers (half term) enjoying the gift shops and cafes and making the most of the free parking.  Parking at the top of the village we made our way down to the sea.The tide though on it’s way out is still quite high and the little bit of exposed sand was pretty busy.We clambered up a lot of steps to follow the coastal path along the cliff top (erosion is very evident) leaving the crowds behind and after lots more steps both up and down we arrived at Boggle Hole.Not much beach to be seen but at low tide you san walk all the way along from Robin Hood’s Bay to Ravenscar some 3 miles further down the coast.  Up yet more steps we were rewarded with our first sight of daffodils in bloom this year.Still more steps (I have a feeling I shall be feeling rather stiff later!) lead us back down to Stoupe Beck Sands, a lovely quiet sandy beach.After a quick play on the beach we started to make our return following a series of footpaths (no steps!) across country to Robin Hood’s Bay in rather unwelcome and chilly light rain. 
We are fast losing the light but have just one final visit to make, Ravenscar.We couldn’t really see the beach as it was a fair walk down from the road and is only accessible at low tide but this was our view with Robin Hood’s Bay in the distance – it is getting dark – we shall have to come back another day!
Just over 9 miles walked today and it feels like it!

A walk along Speeton Sands in the sun, the rain and ever present wind…

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.

Reighton Sands

This time we ventured southwards onto Speeton Sands

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…

Poppydog in flight
There she goes…

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…

Our pot of gold….

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.

A little sunshine and a lot of blue sky, oh yes and one damp dog!

A bit blowy on South Sands in Bridlington….

Well at last, with Storm Dennis raging outside, a long overdue return to this blog, my excuse – well just blogged out I guess! I shall endeavour to catch up the missed blogs over the coming weeks and they will be back dated to reflect the actual dates.

However, today has been pretty much as awful as forecast, though having just watched the news, I again appear to be quite jammy, just sitting above the tranch of horrendous rain that is causing such devastation elsewhere. We opted for a shortish walk along the South Sands of Bridlington.

South Sands looking towards Bridlington
Looking south away from the town

A lovely long stretch of sand but open to the full force of the wind, such that walking away from the town, almost due south west was nigh on impossible!! Unsurprisingly away from the town the beach was deserted so Poppydog was able ‘run free’….

Born to run free…

As well as being lovely to see it means that I don’t have to walk so far, a bit of a bonus especially today as not only is it tough going but there is a fair bit of sand in the air getting in your face and eyes! So after an exhilarating hour or so we were quite happy to call it a day and return to our cozy little den.


Thought of the day…

Surprisingly the site has filled up during the afternoon, I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to tow today!

Walking across the border to Lamberton Beach….

A pretty grey day with a chilly breeze blowing but dry – so all is well. I wanted to visit the most northerly beach on the East Coast of England so we parked up on an Industrial Estate on the outskirts of Berwick and after a short walk alongside the A1 heading north we cut across to the Coastal Path. The footpath was somewhat overgrown but we were able to cut across a recently combined field and to be fair the coastal path when we got to it, was also pretty overgrown, so I’m guessing that this is not a popular stretch! Though the path followed the cliff top, it wasn’t that scenic, particularly on such a grey day – grey sky and sea almost blending into one, but there was a great Natural Arch.

After a mile or so of very rough going – my legs getting stung and scratched to bits, we arrived at Marshall Meadows Bay.

What a disappointment – the only access was down a rather dodgy hole and slithering along a slippery tunnel, onlying about 4ft high and coming out on the beach side to another couple of metres drop aided by a rope! That was so not happening and to be honest at high tide it really wasn’t very inviting anyway!

Yes that was the exit route! According to a chap who has a caravan on the site – nobody ventures down there and there is no sand even at low tide – ah well. Now as we are so close we decided to continue on and cross the border (we just can’t stay away!).

As the clouds were breaking up a bit and the coastal path here was easier going we continued on for another mile or so, the cliffs being more spectacular here as we head towards Burnmouth, looking down onto Lamberton Beach.

At this point it is time to make our way back to England!

However we decided to head back on to the footpath along the A1 from Marshall Meadows rather than battle the nettles and brambles again. Not the most pleasant end to an interesting 8 mile walk.

A long walk from Cocklawburn to Goswick Sands….

A very different day today, blue skies, sunshine and a little coastal breeze. Today we drove to Cocklawburn and parked up (this is the start of the Lindisfarne Nature Reserve) taking a moment to look down onto Cocklawburn Beach….

A very different look today but we didn’t loiter as we have planned a walk along the coastal path from here.

We followed the path which mostly traversed the grassland inland of the dunes, for several miles until we cut back through the dunes at Beachcomber House to this – looking to the right at Goswick Sands….

Straight ahead….

And to the left at Cheswick Sands….

Wow and we literally can’t see anyone

Needless to say Poppydog was free to run and run..

We walked the good half a mile to the sea and found an ideal log to take a moment or two to just enjoy and absorb the beauty of this place…

Poppydog happy chasing a ball or two which I had fortunately brought with me as there was not a stone in sight.

And make footsteps in the sand…

Soon enough it was time to make our way back, walking along the beach, at one point having to remove my boots and socks to wade across a stream crossing the beach and still not a soul in sight.

At the far end of Cheswick Beach with a last look back…

We clambered through the dunes to rejoin the coastal path for the last mile or so as the tide was too high for us to continue along the beach.

What a beautiful 9.5 mile walk and what a find.