Whitby, Days 6 & 5
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kest (uh, do check out her nutshell review of Whitby!) and I set out at 5 a.m. to see the sun rise, which I had been determined to do at least one day while we were in Whitby. Whitby being much more northerly than here, the sun rises earlier there on the warm side of the equinoxes: 5:22 there last Wednesday vs. 6:08 here. When we got back, L. asked kest whether she'd wanted to see the sun rise on May Day--it hadn't occurred to me that that's what we were doing, but I like the idea in retrospect. (I seem to do quite a bit by accident that I wouldn't mind having done on purpose. Do you?) So, Beltane sunrise over the North Sea:
Tiny tanker running along the Whitby pier railing in the pre-dawn gloaming:
(Online Etymological Dictionary on "gloaming": "Fell from currency except in Yorkshire dialect, but preserved in Scotland and reintroduced by Burns and other Scottish writers after 1785." We failed to have any Yorkshire puddings in Yorkshire.)
Tiny tanker floating free a bit further on:
I had initially thought maybe we'd climb the 199 steps to the abbey to watch the sun rise from there, but the bridge to the abbey side of town was closed (which I should've known, since it was the, uh, burning issue on the night of Day 4). After seeing the sun rise from the end of the pier (and trading in my finally battery-dead new-to-me Canon for my old Kodak), we hiked up the hill on the main side of town as the sun advanced on the abbey:
This bird is apparently a Eurasian goldfinch:
Moonset, in sections:
The day before, I nearly passed on a steam-train trip to Goatherd (home of Heartbeat!), in which case I would have missed out on this--
--and this--
--and this--
--and this!--
--on the moors above Goatherd. That last would be the first wild lizard--I guess it's a skink--I've ever seen. Of course, I heard it before I saw it--specifically, I heard a snake in the grass, and then vaguely thought "there aren't snakes in England, are there? ... maybe a mouse?", and then saw the lizard.
The very colourful butterfly it turns out is a peacock. The little green one is a green hairstreak.
After we got back on the steam-train, I wanted to take my last chance to get down to the beach that L. and I walked across to Sandsend last time, even though there wasn't much time left before the rising tide would eat the whole thing--so, off we went:
L. walks on water:
It always amazes me how flat (and dense) sea-beaches are (very much unlike the freshwater beaches of my experience, which are mostly artificial anyway), and so how quickly the incoming tide runs across them:
Walking back on higher ground, bunny with Whitby Pavillion (where we saw Danse Society and Clan of Xymox, about whom, well, if you don't have anything nice to say ... and Skeletal Family, who rocked):
Last Wednesday morning,
kest (uh, do check out her nutshell review of Whitby!) and I set out at 5 a.m. to see the sun rise, which I had been determined to do at least one day while we were in Whitby. Whitby being much more northerly than here, the sun rises earlier there on the warm side of the equinoxes: 5:22 there last Wednesday vs. 6:08 here. When we got back, L. asked kest whether she'd wanted to see the sun rise on May Day--it hadn't occurred to me that that's what we were doing, but I like the idea in retrospect. (I seem to do quite a bit by accident that I wouldn't mind having done on purpose. Do you?) So, Beltane sunrise over the North Sea:
Tiny tanker running along the Whitby pier railing in the pre-dawn gloaming:
(Online Etymological Dictionary on "gloaming": "Fell from currency except in Yorkshire dialect, but preserved in Scotland and reintroduced by Burns and other Scottish writers after 1785." We failed to have any Yorkshire puddings in Yorkshire.)
Tiny tanker floating free a bit further on:
I had initially thought maybe we'd climb the 199 steps to the abbey to watch the sun rise from there, but the bridge to the abbey side of town was closed (which I should've known, since it was the, uh, burning issue on the night of Day 4). After seeing the sun rise from the end of the pier (and trading in my finally battery-dead new-to-me Canon for my old Kodak), we hiked up the hill on the main side of town as the sun advanced on the abbey:
This bird is apparently a Eurasian goldfinch:
Moonset, in sections:
The day before, I nearly passed on a steam-train trip to Goatherd (home of Heartbeat!), in which case I would have missed out on this--
--and this--
--and this--
--and this!--
--on the moors above Goatherd. That last would be the first wild lizard--I guess it's a skink--I've ever seen. Of course, I heard it before I saw it--specifically, I heard a snake in the grass, and then vaguely thought "there aren't snakes in England, are there? ... maybe a mouse?", and then saw the lizard.
The very colourful butterfly it turns out is a peacock. The little green one is a green hairstreak.
After we got back on the steam-train, I wanted to take my last chance to get down to the beach that L. and I walked across to Sandsend last time, even though there wasn't much time left before the rising tide would eat the whole thing--so, off we went:
L. walks on water:
It always amazes me how flat (and dense) sea-beaches are (very much unlike the freshwater beaches of my experience, which are mostly artificial anyway), and so how quickly the incoming tide runs across them:
Walking back on higher ground, bunny with Whitby Pavillion (where we saw Danse Society and Clan of Xymox, about whom, well, if you don't have anything nice to say ... and Skeletal Family, who rocked):
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