Strong winds, crappy weather, eternally grey skies? It must be spring here on the North Yorkshire coast. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was time to worry about your Christmas shopping, but no, it really is March... how do we know? Well, one life-affirming, hope-providing clue comes from these girls and boys, of which there are thousands presently getting frisky on and off the cliffs here at Filey.
Razorbills and Guillemots returning (however grudgingly) to their breeding ledges here at Filey
