Hornsea in October
Having been to Whitby in October for the past couple of years, we decided to try somewhere less busy this year. Whitby was always a popular place for a holiday, but these days the pavements are heaving and you have to shuffle along within the swarm.
Whilst Hornsea was very pleasant, and far less crowded, it didn’t move me the way the landscape and atmosphere of Whitby does. If Whitby were music, it would be a passionate anthem I would play on repeat, whereas Hornsea is more like relaxing background music.
Enough about Whitby – this is supposed to be about Hornsea, and sharing some photos I hope you might like. Highlights of the week included seeing dolphins in the sea. No photos – they just popped up suddenly on their way up to Scarborough. I also saw two of my lovely cousins (on dry land) and discovered a good Chinese takeaway (The Golden Wok).
Not sure if you can see them the horizon in this photo, but there are wind turbines everywhere. I find them slightly sinister as they spread and multiply as if taking over the world …
The central part of Hornsea has good sea-defence walls, which also provide a lovely spacious double promenade:
It’s a pity it doesn’t extend further along the coast. The chalet park at Withernsea where I went every year of my childhood has now gone, and it was a shame to see these chalets at Hornsea heading in the same direction:
The sea is steadily eroding the cliffs, and England is gradually shrinking:
We had a flat for the week, decorated with a nautical theme. The crucifix on the wall was a nice touch, but I’m not sure about the two pokey-uppy bits at the bottom!
In the evening, we could see the working lighthouse at Flamborough Head, flashing four times and then pausing. Naturally, I was drawn to it, so we had a ride up the coast and took some photos.
The working Flamborough Head lighthouse:
Julz took this photo of me taking photos:
Not far from the working Flamborough lighthouse is the oldest surviving lighthouse in England, The Chalk Tower, which was built by Sir John Clayton between 1669 and 1674:
These are the cliffs at Flamborough Head:
Back at Hornsea, I would run up the beach each morning and pick up a few groceries from the shops. There was always a healthy young seagull perched on a car roof, apparently identifying as a peacock:
I have about a dozen decks of The Lighthouse Tarot remaining from the hundred I had printed, and left one in a charity shop in Hornsea. My initial thought was to leave it near a lighthouse for someone to find, but it would probably have been ignored and got damp and then litter-picked.
Similar to casting a message in a bottle, I’m curious to know where it might end up. It would be lovely to think whoever takes it home might look it up on the internet and find this post 🙂
