Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Monday and the coming storm

Yesterday we went to Whitby, things were beginning to run out, coffee beans, Dove's Organic bread flour and things we cannot buy in Pickering, so it is Sainsburys at Whitby we return to.  Though very windy because of  the storm  rain was not predicted till late afternoon.
It was a very noisy storm, the wind roared through the trees in the garden, and over the moors the sun chased showers, whilst the clouds put on a spectacular performance.  I took Lucy for a brief walk on the moor, hardly able to stand upright.  We followed a little green sheep path, till it led to a boggy burnt square, full of sheep droppings.  Poor sheep, the only creatures capable of living in these conditions.  I long to hear the curlew cry but for the moment can only listen to them on Youtube.
I am up early in the morning and later watch the sunrise as it breaks eating my breakfast,

you can see an old nest in the tree.  Early and late afternoon the rooks gather in these trees and have a noisy conversation together, love to know what they are talking about, probably where too roost for the night.  Soon as it grows dark the owls will be around, you will hear them in the night if you wake up.

rain spatters the car windows as we race past

sun and shadows

In the distance you can just make out where a very large lorry overturned in the wind, as we went by there was a couple of police cars and a fire engine.  Going back the scenery was a magical fairy land of mist and far horizons.

A farm just below the ridge


  1. What a beautiful set of photos of a lovely part of the country.

  2. whenever anyone moans about the strength of the wind here Thelma, I always think of you up there on the moor-top, getting the real full force of it.

  3. We do miss that drive over the moors to Whitby and Sandsend. Even in wild weather it is so beautiful.

    We saw and heard curlew last week on a walk by the marshes here. Follow me back to my blog and you can just see a camouflaged curlew and its refection in a couple of the photos.

  4. Thank you everyone for your comments. The drive over the moors to Whitby, at the moment punctuated by seven traffic light stops, is always exciting, though of course the quieter road onto the moors at Wheeldale Beck is also glorious. Just wish the wind would die down. DW saw the photo of the curlew, I suspect it is like listening to the sky lark in June, both birds have such beautiful songs.