After walking to the station, I took bus 24 to Hornsea and then 170 to Aldbrough. It's a mild day with little wind and light cloud cover, ideal for a walk. The village is very quiet, traffic wise, away from main roads and the bird chorus is wonderful, the cacophony of the Rooks at their rookery, Robin, Wren, Song Thrush, Blackbird and Coal Tit. I walk on the grounds of St Bartholomew's church, perched on a rise, recording the ever present primroses on the churchyard. Then I take Seaside road. Soon a Skylark rises from the fields, and then a Meadow Pipit sings. Two Buzzards lazily glide round a thermal.
Rook.
Rookery.
Jackdaw.
Pheasant.
Song Thrush.
View south of the valley young Lambwath Stream.
Buzzard.
I notice the pub is now very close to the cliff edge. One of the bungalows has been condemned, now empty and fenced off, soon to topple down the cliff. A man arrives and we have a chat. He says he hasn't been here in decades and a lot has gone.
Looking back towards Aldbrough.
Meadow Pipit.
The new waymarkers for the coastal path, sometimes a bit close to the edge of the cliff. This section is away from the cliff edge. It follows Old Dale Road and then East Newton road to avoid the increasingly encroached Hill Top farm. Reed Buntings and Meadow Pipits near the farm. After crossing East Newton, I make my way towards Ringbrough, which was a settlement lost to sea. The farm by the track claims to be Ringbrough West, so I take it. A Yellowhammer sings from a barn. I'm surprised to see the hawthorns still not in leaf as they are in Hull. Spring is delayed here. I make my way to Aldbrough by East Newton road, a very tranquil country track.
Reed Bunting singing at Hill Top Farm.
Rejoining the cliff after Hilltop Farm.
Last winter storms took a bite of the cliff and footpath near East Newton.
Yellowhammer singing.
A Pied Wagtail on a pile of manure.
