Walk: (2) Bempton Cliffs & Langold Lake

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Bempton Cliffs (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

Because I’ve been so lax with the blog posts just lately, you’re getting a bit of a double whammy this time. Nothing huge, though. We weren’t at either place for very long and it wasn’t really photographing weather.

Back on 8 April, we ventured back to Bempton Cliffs because we’d heard the puffins had arrived. We didn’t plan to spend too long. The poet wanted to try and take some pictures through his spotting scope, but it was so windy the tripod simply wasn’t substantial enough to support the extra weight of the camera.

We didn’t really see many puffins either. We saw 4 in flight, 1 on the water, and 2 in a cliff cave – but they kept bobbing in and out of view.

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Bempton Cliffs (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

 

Meanwhile, a few days later, he picked himself up a right little bargain as he walked through the market. He saw a sturdy tripod on one of the second-hand stalls, and he told himself if it cost 20 quid, he’d buy it …

Well, it was £2! So he snapped it up and was delighted to see that it even came with a box.

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Langold Lake (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

So now we can go back again as soon as the weather is right and we have the time …

… possibly this weekend, actually, thinking about it (though if he reads this before I mention it, it may be a bit of a surprise to him).

A couple of weeks later, on 17 April, we paid a visit to Langold Lake, one of the poet’s old fishing haunts when he was a kid.

He was surprised to see that it had been given “country park” status, but it was much as he remembered it – apart from the diving boards on the lake no longer being there (health & safety, we presume).

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Swans tending to nest, Langold Lake (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

 

He enjoyed the trip down memory land and was proud to show me the spot where he caught his first fish there, and told me how he had to go to the pay phone down the road to ring his dad and ask him to come and take a picture of him with said fish.

(I think it was the first fish he caught there, not the first fish he ever caught, but I daresay he’ll happily correct me later.)

He pointed out where he used to jump in the lake and swim … and I pointed out the dead, diseased fish floating in the reeds … not very healthy water. No wonder they took the boards down.

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Coot on nest, Langold Lake (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

 

And finally, before we left, we enjoyed an ice cream beside the lake. It was a bit cool and blustery, but we were able to warm up in the car.

No MapMyWalk this time – we forgot to set it at Bempton, and only remembered at Langold halfway around.

Short and sweet! 🙂

Where do I start?

What another fantastic weekend we’ve had here in Baggins Bottom. It all went by in such a whirl, though, I hardly know where to start.

The poet was working from home for part of Friday, so that’s always nice, and during our lunch break he took me to the dentist. After work, we did the shopping. Then Friday evening we ventured out to have a look at Doncaster Live.

We personally thought the event itself was very poor. We caught the tail end of one band and watched another all the way through, which was great. But then some disco-diva has-been came on and started singing and dancing along to backing tracks. As if that isn’t not-live enough (we thought the clue might be in the event title – Doncaster LIVE), the next act was a flipping DJ. Playing records. Where’s the live in that? So Doncaster Live wasn’t really this year, and we decided not to go back the next day either.

However, we did instead do a bit of a pub-crawl of Doncaster and the poet was able to show me some of his stomping grounds of old, including a pub he’s never, ever taken a partner to before, mostly because it was a bit of a taboo, him and friends only. But he enjoyed taking me there because he knew I’d like it. They call it the Vintage Rock Bar now, but in those days it was Beethams. And it really reminded me of my own rock “local” in Birmingham, the Costermonger.

So that turned out well in the end.

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At Doncaster Live. (Picture: Jeanette Phillips)

On Saturday we were supposed to be going to Birmingham to see my parents, but the poet’s son #1 asked us to help him move some furniture with him, so we moved Birmingham to Sunday and awaited his call. When it came it was to say he couldn’t afford the van hire this week, and could we do it another time, to which we said “of course”.

That left us at a bit of a loose end, so when I was asked what I’d like to do instead, I said I’d like to see the sea. And so we drove to Flamborough Head, initially to see the puffins as well. We saw lots of gannets, a few kittiwakes and, of course, the sea. But the puffins didn’t show for us. We had a lovely walk along Bempton Cliffs, though.

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Gannets, beak-tapping on Bempton Cliffs. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

On Sunday we did manage to get along to see my parents, and we had a really nice visit with them. On the way back, however, we received an SOS from son #2 who had broken down on the M62. We were a few hours away at the time, but by the time we got closer he was still stranded, so we helped him to get home. Unfortunately, his car hasn’t fared quite so well.

Then the poet got to do some more fishing, back at one of his personal favourites, Hayfield Fisheries. He had a slow start but once he started catching, they were whoppers. He lost a couple too (naturally), but he had a nice time and I was able to do some work.

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This one was so lively it almost jumped out of the net – look at that concentrated determination to keep it there on Ian’s face. (Picture: Diane Parkin)

I took a writing bag with me which, this week, currently consists of the following:

  • 1 non-fiction history book to edit (in the black folder)
  • #2 of a short story to write (in the green shorthand notebook)
  • #3 of an article to write (in the orange A4 notebook)
  • 1 article to edit (in the pink A4 folder)
  • my WiP progress/outlines/market information (in the A5 Pukka notebook)
  • highlighter pens
  • pencil tin

I’ll also keep the Kindle in there and one magazine to read.

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The poet worked at home again yesterday, but today he’s left us – again. He’ll be back on Friday. We picked my car up from the garage last night after work. It’s nice to have it back.

I heard from 2 clients this morning – one is a new client and the other is a repeat client. Both have lots of work for me to do, which will keep me busy, along with what I already have in, for the next 3 weeks at least. I also have a nice little cheque to bank at some point. (Hurrah!)

Have a great week.