A little further down the Yorkshire coast is Flamborough Head. Designated a Heritage Coast in October 1979, this chalk headland is one of the most prominant featues of the East coast, jutting miles out into the North Sea, with the village of Flamborough at its centre.
As you can see, we visited here on a wild, windy day with the waves pounding against the base of the cliffs and rushing up the gullies and inlets. The spray was flying and the water churning, so that it became white with foam. It was an exhilerating walk battling against the force of the wind and hearing the sounds of the sea raging. Nature at it's raw unfettered best!
It reminds me of the first stanza of the poem by James Reeves:
The sea is a hungry dog,
Giant and grey.
He rolls on the beach all day.
With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour upon hour he gnaws
The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And 'Bones, bones, bones, bones! '
The giant sea-dog moans,
Licking his greasy paws.
If you would like to read the rest of this poem, click here.
For the time being, this is the last of Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday classes. In the words of Alice Cooper, 'School's out for summer!' but we will be picking up again after a short recess involving the colours of the rainbow.
It's been a great meme to be involved in and I've read some classy, funny, whacky, informative, sad and just plain good posts! I'm only sorry I didn't join until 'Q'!
If you would like to sample some posts from this weeks Alphabet Soup finale, follow this link.