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Bird watcher with telescope, Bempton Cliffs RSPB

“Oh we’re not real twitchers” protested Mum as she passed one of two telescopes to Dad and placed a spotting scope in her pocket to protect it from the incessant rain! I’m not sure anyone other than ‘real’ twitchers would have travelled one and a half hours to Bempton Cliffs fully aware that only cold winds and rain awaited their arrival… I say only wind and rain, but actually rather a lot awaited us at the RSPB cliffside reserve, and my noted lack of protest probably serves as a marker on my journey to becoming a ‘real twitcher’!

Having passed through the cosy and friendly (only thing missing being a tasty local beer served on tap!) RSPB centre/shop that serves as the entrance, I found myself mesmerised by thousands of sea birds rising and sinking from the sharp line drawn by the cliffs. The wind and rain evaporated (metaphorically speaking, unfortunately) as we watched gannets, fulmars, razor bills and guillemots!

The walking at Bempton Cliffs is relatively easy (in a good way) and captivating. The RSPB also offers guided walks but given my folks’ tendency to stop without warning for twenty, thirty minutes at a time meant we thought it best to decline. On one such stoppage, we (Mum) managed to pick out a puffin nesting with her telescope. I should probably point out, being May, (I know, it’s August now (!) this post has been on the back burner for a little bit) there were only a few puffins around, so we were thrilled to find one!

This is a great area for a family walk, even in miserable weather! There’s also plenty of walking options for those looking for a longer/more challenging ramble too. There is no question that I’ll be returning!

It’s the norm for me to mention a pint of local ale consumed at the end of my walks, but with my parents being more tea and scone people, I thought I’d refer to another custom equally common to that of a pint. On many of our walks I end up buying CB one of the little RSPB pin badges (found in RSPB centres and all good local pubs); on this occasion I bought her a gannet pin- no reflection on her eating habits, honest.

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