So this was the first trip. I have not been to Hornsea since I was very young, so it was quite a trip down memory lane but it strikes me that little has changed! A cold north westerly ensured that hands remained in pockets and a hot chocolate was arguably the days highlight.
There is something quite captivating about a seaside town in winter though. Maybe Hornsea is a little less melancholy that most, but the deserted arcades and quiet windswept fronts looking hopefully out upon an iron coloured sea definitely evokes a range of emotions. I think perhaps I prefer it in winter to the summer hoardes but I am sure that the local business would disagree.
Despite working the groups of gull, nothing unusual could be revealed. Highlights on the promenade were a few Gannet flying north offshore and a Sanderling which abandoned the wave chasing in order to run up and down the promenade, taking a close up look at our bench where we selfishly opted not to share our chips, despite the clear intentions of the local Black-Headed Gulls.
We also popped to Kirkholme Point at the Mere but it was generally quiet with just a few Goldeneye, Tufted Duck and a Little Grebe. The highlight here was a pair of Oystercatcher, common enough but always a welcome sight and another sign that Spring is on the way.
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