So here we are, in Flamborough, in flux, in situ, in March. We arrived about a week ago, via a brief stay in our old 'hood (Hackney, east London) after a relaxing month holed up in Provence, after the best part of the year on the road (keeping up at the back? good). For now we're staying with family up here while we look for a place to live, which for the moment involves a lot of waiting around, and therefore time to kill in the field.
High pressure and a gentle south / south-easterly airflow have dominated the last week (and looks set to do so for at least a few more days), meaning either clear and sunny days, or thick fog, or both; and when the sun shines, there are few more beautiful places to be in the early spring in Yorkshire.
Not a huge amount of movement, but then it is still March, and the skies are clear; and there's enough to lift the spirits and whet the appetite for the coming weeks. Chiffchaffs are in and singing across the Head, Goldcrests are liberally sprinkled likewise, odd Wheatears are flitting around on the cliff tops, and this Marsh Harrier was a welcome fly-through a couple of mornings ago along the south cliff.
spot the gravity-defying bridled Guillemot
singing Skylarks are, happily, everywhere
....as are Meadow Pipits
Song Thrush
Captions welcome
this male Stonechat is holding territory with a female at Thornwick Bay, and will hopefully stick around....
mmmm.
Treecreeper (above) and Bullfinches (below) at South Landing
Rock Pipit, South Landing beach
a Chiffchaff trying (admirably) to qualify as an abietinus-type
