I pulled open the bivy bag cover and light flooded my consciousness. Sunlight, sound and birds battered the senses. No more the gentle calls of midnight, that crept through the dark to whisper in straining ears. This was full on, in your face, high volume cacophony. Gulls, gannets, puffins, and…
Equipment set and bedded down in my bivy by midnight, I hit the record button and settled in. Cocooned in my sleeping bag, I clamped headphones tight to my ears and slipped away into the sounds of the night. I had travelled up from Hertfordshire during the afternoon, arriving in…
This print, posted as promised in a comment on my last post on our visit to RSPB Bempton Cliffs, is a resin print called ‘Gannets Fishing’ by my father, Ron Wilkinson. A leading light in the graphic design community from the 1960s onwards, in retirement he has focused on his…
After a gastronomically delightful evening at The Black Cat on Eastborough in Scarborough we rose to the sun rising over the sea in the eastern skies. Topped up by breakfast, our path led a few miles south across the rolling coastal fields of Yorkshire’s East Ridings. We left the last the houses…
Skirting round Bridlington we threaded our way through country lanes to the 8 mile, chalkland promenantry of Flamborough Head. Defended by a dyke in prehistoric times and the site of a Franco-American invasion attempt in the American Revolutionary Wars, the head sticks out into the North Sea and is riddled…
