The girls disappeared along the footpath, the youngest two usually have some game or other that they play as they’re walking, or spend their time hunting for moths and beetles across the path.
We finally got to RSPB Bempton and spent ages stood at the viewing platforms watching the gannets and puffins flying to and fro. An incredible sight seeing the cliff transformed into a tower block for seabirds. Thousands of gannets, packed in one after the other, perching, precariously to the chalk. Staking their claim to a small patch that will become home for their chick.
They are so compelling to watch, the puffins look hilarious throwing themselves from the cliff heading out to sea. They were definitely not designed to fly long distances. What a treat. To top off a lovely evening we witnessed a stunning sunset, orange and pink light filling the sky. I hope my kids remember these moments as they grow up, or at least still have a sense of being in awe of nature. She may not realise it but my mum passed that appreciation on to me.
There have been lots of recent articles and books on children’s and adults nature deficit disorder, this is so sad. Being outside and in nature in intrinsic to our being, without the feel of the wind, soil and sound of birds, we are becoming sad as a nation. Being connected to nature and the seasons makes us feel good, it should be prescribed.
After a good nights sleep in our tents we got packed up (this has become so much easier and quicker since we started using two smaller tents), and drove to North Landing at Flamborough to meet my parents and our ‘holiday dog’ Alfie.
We had fun climbing over the green slimy seaweed covered rocks on the beach to check out the chalk arches, more puffins nesting in the cliffs above us.
We walked across the other side of the Bay too, up the cliff to the Flamborough lighthouse.
The grassland on the tops of the cliff was full of marsh orchids and six spot burnet flying around, my youngest daughter was in her element.
It’s a great place to spot more puffins too, during the breeding season there are Yorkshire Wildlife Trust volunteers stood on the cliff top with scopes at the ready for kids and adults to watch these lovely birds.
We rounded our weekend off with the obligatory Fish and Chips at Bridlington, making the most of the lovely weather and not getting home till late on Sunday. We were incredibly glad we had done as the following week was wet and windy.
Sometimes it seems a whole lot of hassle to have to pack stuff up, prepare food, drive. But it is always, always worth it, worth a bit of stress and discomfort, to be fully outside for a day or two.