Bridlington. Feb 17th, 2017

We decided to go to Bridlington!  Leeds was shrouded in the dullest of February weather, but there was the hint in the forecast of something a little better to the East, so to the East we went and, as the images indicate, found blue skies and sunshine which lasted most of the day – excellent!

We thought we’d been there before, but in fact realised that we hadn’t.  In some ways it seemed basically similar to other East Coast resorts that we have visited – Scarborough, Filey and Whitby for instance which though they each have unique characteristics, bear a distinct family relationship to each other.  There were certainly people around enjoying the day, but this was a winter’s day and not even “half term” for the local schools, so it wasn’t going to be crowded.  Many shops, amenities and “attractions” were closed along the front, but we found a perfectly good chippie that provided us with a good lunch for £6 each!

It’s still something of a fishing harbour with all the shore-side facilities that support “the fleet”, but maybe most of the boats were out on the water, or maybe there just not there anymore.  There’s a touch of “faded glory” about the place I felt, and maybe not quite the signs of resurgence that are evident in say Scarborough or Whitby.

We walked into the “Old Town” which was good to see, offering a different aspect to the town.  The Priory is imposing – standing almost protectively above a field of allotments and greenhouses.  There’s an influence of “Dads Army” around too, some of it having been filmed here.

A good visit – a good day – and a selection of images …….


Brid, North Bay
Brid: Harbour
Brid: Harbour Steps
Wind Farm
Speed Boat Hire!
Waiting for the Tide
Winter Sun
Fair Ground
Bridlington Priory
The Bayle
High Street, Old Town
Snakes etc
Market Place, Old Tower

Wee Rob on the Ouse 21.6.16

Here’s an account of my second attempt at the same stretch of river.  If it’s turning into something of a “ship’s log”, all that does is offer me a way of keeping some sort of a record …. a venture in which I may or may not persist.  I was though interested to record some data for comparison; though I hasten to add that there’s no sense of competition here, not even with myself, and that the most this might be is a way of checking whether or not I’m improving technically, and recording my impressions both of the boat and the trip.

The day was good enough – dry and warm, though a bit cloudy and sometimes quite overcast, with something of a breeze of which I was only really aware on the way back, and so must have had a southerly component to its direction.

1029 left the jetty at Bishopthorpe and headed upriver.

1113 passed under the Millennium Bridge …… all fine so far, with just a bit of a tweak in my left shoulder.

1139 under Lendel Bridge …… soon after which I came up with a guy in a GRP rowing skiff.  Single seater craft with an ample-ish beam, so not a racing boat, but fairly slick nonetheless.  He’s involved in a project to build 4 man rowing skiffs, apparently to an Oughtred design, so we had a bit of a chat for 10 minutes or so.  He was quite complementary about the kayak – which was nice!

1200  under the Carlton Ings bridge ….. soon after which I came across another guy in a single skiff, this time a very slender racing craft.   He was, however, hanging off the side of the boat which was being warmly embraced by a bush!  Apparently he’d hit a log (still floating menacingly mid stream), had capsized and drifted into the bank and the bush, where the water was still surprising deep – must be something of a hazard for a lightweight boat traveling quickly and backwards!  Without any kind of footing he was finding it pretty much impossible to clamber back aboard and was looking cold, wet and very tired.  I was able to extricate him some of the way out of the bush and give him a bit of stability while he tortuously made his way back into the saddle, and wished him well as he pulled wearily away.

1256   beached for lunch, having made my way up to the A1237 bridge, which was my objective for the day.  Stiff getting out of the boat, but took 30 minutes for lunch and a bit of a break.

1352  back under the Carlton Ings Bridge

1406  Lendel Bridge

1429  Millenium Bridge

1512 Back on the slipway at Bishopthorpe ….. successful retrieval followed closely by a very decent Cheeseburger and coffee at the snack cabin!

Stats: Total distance  20.58k  (as measured by the fitbit app)

Time elapsed (excluding lunch, but including chat and rescue :  4hr11:15

It felt good – although I think I had a bit more ache in my shoulders than last time, but nothing to be worried about.  I certainly had a numb-bum by the end, and I might just wonder about whether I can improve the seat.  I also find the footpegs less secure than I had hoped – I’ll think about that.  Most encouragingly both buoyancy tanks were bone dry – the water in the cockpit all came, I’m sure, from the paddle.  Clothing works well in these reasonably warm conditions – if I paddle enthusiastically on into the Autumn I may well need to think about a wetsuit though.

Altogether a very successful and encouraging trip.  Didn’t take many photographs – but here they are anyway!

“Tour de Yorkshire” 3.5.15

The much vaunted bike race finally showed in Yorkshire – and very successfully too it seems – and is it was passing within walking distance of home, going a taking pictures seemed somewhat obligatory.  I find I do, quite irrationally,  have a somewhat ambivalent relationship with other people cycling locally since I was forced (for medical reasons) to stop doing so myself, but this was to be a race and an event and a gathering of people so – give it a whirl!

Quite a number of people gathered at the junction of the Ring Road and the A58, and a very cheerful atmosphere developed while we waited for the stars to arrive.  As the photos bear out, rathe more in evidence, and definitely for longer, were the various escort motorcycles (mostly police) and the team cars, which made it very clear what a huge logistical enterprise the whole thing really was.

I’m not sports photographer, and the pictures won’t win any prizes, but it was fun, and I hope there’s some suggestion here of the way it all felt ……

Yorkshire Sculpture Park 10.3.15

Yorkshire Sculpture Park (YSP) has become one of our favourite places to visit locally, and we make the trip several times each year, enjoying the changing of the seasons as much as the changing of the galleries and the artwork. It’s that combination of fine art placed in a natural environment (largely anyway – some is always in galleries) that is the main attraction for me.

This early spring visit offered us the trees (of which there are very many!) still in skeletal form, unadorned and with their lines “unconfused” by the leaves which will come in the next few weeks. I really enjoy that anyway; beautiful though trees might be in full leaf, the fine tracery of twigs, branches, limbs and trunks is only revealed during the “fall” seasons, and is brilliant, in a sense artwork beyond human artifice.

There is currently a new exhibition of Henry Moore’s work both in the “Underground Gallery” and out in the gardens. I find increasing pleasure in his sculpture; I don’t claim to understand it or to be able to interpret it, I guess I just enjoy the shapes, the lines and the curves. Perhaps it reflects my inadequate knowledge of what he’s about, but I find myself thinking that interpretation is the wrong objective here anyway. There can be, at risk of sounding pretentious, an emotional, even spiritual reaction to the shapes which might actually be lessened by “mere” interpretation.

Interestingly, there are several works in the gallery which are by their shape plainly “human”, reclining figures. On these Moore has made a face – eyes, nose and mouth – which looks a little like graffiti. I really did find that these “faces” spoiled my enjoyment of the figures, maybe because it seemed to be an attempt to make them lifelike. Maybe just a phase he went through!!?

In the chapel in the grounds, now converted into a gallery, was a presentation called “The Song of Coal”. The was extraordinary and very powerful. Visually it created a “rose window” on the blank wall in the segments of which were ever changing scenes from the story of coal, and particularly of those who mined for it. The whole was accompanied by a choir singing something based on an ecclesiastical litany sung to plainchant. Lovely sound, although the words were sadly very difficult to distinguish. The whole served as a reminder of that area’s association with pits and mining and as a nudge towards visiting the Mining Museum that’s just up the road from the YSP itself.

Satisfying and enjoyable visit as always ….. here’s a selection of images …..