25 Apr 06 Got me some Flamborough flu
I wound down after returning from York only to be dragged low by a nasty flu! I’m quite certain I caught it it Flamborough, but laying blame is pointless since I’m nearly free from its grip.
So what about York… what about Flamborough? Well first off, four days would have been enough to accommodate my planned adventures, but I stayed for five. I could have spent the extra time occupying myself with a visit to the Jorvik Viking Centre (seemed too kid-centric) or the National Railway Museum (too enormous to contemplate), but I didn’t.
Some highlights of what I did do in York:
- - Stayed at a clean and respectable ‘inn’, which translates to ‘pub with rooms’
- - Admired the unique medieval architecture around the city, including the Shambles
- - Wandered the inside of Clifford’s Tower
- - Walked a good distance south along the River Ouse
- - Marveled at the interior of the incredible York Minster (especially the ridiculously intricate carved seats in Choir)
- - Toured Barley Hall and discussed a large-scale tapestry project
- - Walked the entirety of the city walls
- - Visited a few pubs, some 400 years old, and enjoyed some live music
As I mentioned previously, I had plans for a day outing to Flamborough which was truly the best part of my trip. I spent roughly three hours on the train (return) traveling from York to Scarborough to Bridlington and back to York.
My purpose in Scarborough was to see the castle, which I was concerned about finding since I had no map or information with me. About twenty paces out of the train station though, I guessed the enormous seaside cliff surrounded with stone walls and ruins (about a mile away) was where I was headed!
After an hour or so exploring the castle grounds, I boarded the train for Bridlington. The town is obviously a summer tourist destination with a seaside fair with rides and midway games, but most striking was the enormous span of white sandy beach. I walked a couple of miles north following the beach, over grassy clifftops to the Flamborough trailhead. The trail winds over farmland, up and down steps built into cliffs leading to spots of beach. I trekked about 6 1/2 miles further with the North Sea to the right of me and chalk formations as far as I could see. The tail-end of the walk got a tad treacherous as winds picked up enough to keep me a safe distance from the cliff edges, then a light rain began to fall (hello flu).
I cut inland from the coast and down the only road in sight which lead me to the tiny, near deserted, town of Flamborough. I did manage to find a reasonably welcoming pub though, had a refreshment then boarded a bus back to Bridlington for the train back to York.
Amazingly, though Yorkshire is only two hours by train from London, the accents are significantly different than Londoners - thicker and more sprawling. At times I was clueless to what people were talking about. I would like to see more of Yorkshire in the future though, specifically further inland in the Dales.
More photos coming soon, of course…
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Great photos again..You almost expect to see Mel Gibson jumping out from behind the wall with his kilt on!!!!Talk to you soon, Dad
Comment by Dad — April 26, 2006 #
Hi Tiffany
Sounds like fun! This hello is from your Mom and I. We are on our way to the shores of Port Perry tomorrow - not quite like the white cliffs on your picture…but we will take care not to fall over either! Take care - Lynda & Mom
Comment by Lynda — April 29, 2006 #
Hey Tiff!
Looks like you are having a great time across the pond exploring!
Send me an email!
S.
Comment by Scott Lawrence — May 1, 2006 #