Cliff riches

What do you call a man with a seagull on his head? Cliff.

After the events of “Wild Wednesday” it was a subdued offspring which joined me in the car this morning. I allowed myself a smug smile as I had slept well and was ready for the day ahead, whereas they were clearly struggling after a late night. No stamina these young ‘uns.

We’d passed a sign for RSPB Bempton Cliffs earlier this week, so I thought we’d check it out and was excitedly informed by m’boy (an erstwhile twitcher) that an albatross had recently been spotted there. We made our way through armed with some rented binoculars and were promptly blown along the cliff path for the next hour and a half, but not before we’d seen a whole heap of Gannets, Kestrels and Kittiwakes. M’boy was disappointed not to have seen the Albatross, but we were all quite literally blown away by the views from the top, which I may have been able to include in extras.

We made our way back for an impromptu afternoon swim and a final go on the 2p slot machines, before our traditional final evening overpriced pizza was delivered and we had a charged political discussion about Afghanistan, Brexit and The Orange Menace. They were asking some good questions before things degenerated into President Teddy impressions.

Last day tomorrow and we’re in no rush whatsoever to get home….