I take the train to Scarborough and then the X93 bus to Cloughton. I walk along the curiously called Salt Pans Road towards the coast. In the OS maps there are some 'salt pans' labelled on Cloughton Wyke by the beach, but the tide is too high to see them. Along the way, House Martins, Swallows, Meadow Pipits and Yellowhammers. Two Roe Deer run away, then settle at the end of a field.
A Rook carries an acorn to cache it.
Meadow Pipits.
Yellowhammer.
Roe Deer doe.
The bay is stunning, with large blocks of Jurassic sandstone rock at the base of the cliffs, the clifftops clothed on bracken. A Fulmar circles over the cliff.
Cloughton Wyke.
The wooded slopes looking north towards Hayburn Wyke.
Flowering Wood Sage.
European Goldenrod, a new plant for me.
The steep path down to Hayburn Wyke.
Trees are clothed on mosses and liverworts.
I have my pack lunch by the stream, looking at the bay. The stream is in spate, the waterfall magnificent, but this means the stream is hard to cross at the beach, so I can't access the Dark Bush-cricket spot. Not that it matters, it is a cloudy, cool day, so they are unlikely to be active.
Little Egret.
Hayburn Wyke.
The waterfall.
There seems to have been landslides on the right hand side of the cliffs.
The beck from the path.
Jay.
Tiny toad crossing the path.
I walk up the path to the Inn and have a hot drink before taking the Cinder Track towards Cloughton, and get my bush back.
Joining the cinder track back to Cloughton.
The wetland on the way, two Wigeon flew up and a Water rail called from the rushes.
Broad-leaved Helleborine.
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