Coming into land

I landed in Flamborough during the football - it was the quietest of journeys over.  After sleeping for a wonderful nine hours, I headed up the road to visit R&H.  I always say an hour or so, which becomes two but today, three. They'll have to get used to chucking me out soon.

The sun was due to make an appearance in the afternoon so I headed to Bempton Cliffs before I left to see if my luck was in with the albatross. This is as close as I got. (Imagine if it was though!)