The roadside verges in the lane approaching Bempton looked stunning, being ablaze with campion, cow parsley, hogweed and hawthorn still in flower. The RSPB reserve was just as specacular; the meadows were a wash of pinks, whites and yellows and stirred the soul. Beyond this was the cacophony of sound from the nesting seabirds on the vertiginous cliffs and the sky swirled with birds about their business. Expecting, correctly, Bempton to be very busy in the middle of the day we had timed our arrival for 3.30 as the car park was emptying, having visited Hull to view a couple of galleries on the way. Bempton was everything we knew it would be and we topped off a perfect day with fish and chips in Bridlington.
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