Me aged 16 months at Filey
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After a lunchtime rainstorm it came out sunny in the afternoon
and I left Barbara sitting on a bench in Filey Country Park,
overlooking the bay and walked briskly along a
grassy track out along the Brigg. I've seen it
from either side, sticking out to sea, often a long grey finger
of cliffs in the mist but I've never walked along it before.
When you get to the end, you're on a rugged, grassy headland, looking
out over jagged rocks jutting out to sea ahead of you. It must be
one of the few places in Yorkshire where you can stand with an arc
of blue ahead and to the sides of you - just sky, sea and a chaos
of shattered rocks taking up your field of vision.
Behind me to my right, was the arc of sand of Filey,
the old-fashioned seaside town where we spent several summer holidays
when I was very young, and to my far left was Scarborough
and its castle on the cliff, where I've often drawn since my schooldays.
I love to head there for a winter's day off. 
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Filey Brigg Geology and History Trail, a Dinosaur Coast
publication available free from Tourist Information, Filey.
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