Back at Spurn

I headed back to Spurn on the Monday morning and arrived at 10am. I was met by a beautiful blue summer haze, and the warden and his assistants were all outside "getting their bronze on" collecting entrance money and meeting with visitors. I had a quick chat with Andrew, who gave me the key to the light house and then I headed off to the sound mirror via the farm.



The fields had dramatically changed in colour and height, as you will see from the photos. The wind was down from last time and so I got busy recording. I spent a couple of hours sat out in the field. The helicopter passed by again on its way to the gas field platforms and I was photographed by a passing bird watcher. I could get used to this I thought...



Upon leaving I walked back along the tractor tyre marks through the centre of the field. Half way through and there was a sudden commotion 6 ft to my right. Something moved very quickly away from me. Far to big to be a rabbit or fox as it clattered through the crop with an alarming force, I was at first a little startled until I saw the head raise above the vegetation to show the small horns/ antlers of a dear. The dear bounded away from me showing its white tail as it now skipped across the yellow expanse and then disappeared as quickly as it had appeared..



I stopped to take photos but noticed the local police looking at my car. Due to the gas terminal near by, the police are always around and always armed and interested in strangers. I headed back packed up and went to the light house. The light house was covered in caterpillars (poisonous and furry even the birds will not eat them) The point has been infested with these tiny creatures for some years now. Once the sun arrives they come out and warm themselves on the light house brick work. This year there seems to be less than usual, but then we had a particularly deep winter.



I took a couple of passers by up to the top of the light house (from east of Grimsby, they look across the water to the Light house) and then began work recording sounds at the top of the tower. At the end of the day I headed to the B&B unloaded and recharged. I was working on a small publication that I am contributing towards when a policeman who had just finished his shift, walked into my bedroom. After a short discussion it became apparent I was in the wrong room, how embarrassing.... It pays to listen, as I had not when the landlady had told me room 4, not room 5.

I had dinner in the Crown and Anchor that evening. The windows of the bar look out over the Humbler. Nothing except water could be seen through the window. The late sun causing a hazy mirage as if he pub were floating far out on a lazy sea, no Spurn, no southern shore just calm, bright water and a silvery blue sky.



I woke the next day with a nasty head cold. I lumbered my way to the top of the lighthouse but the sun and heat were a little to much, so I packed up and went for a walk around the very end of the point. I photographed and filmed as I went.

I arrived back in London at 7pm that night feeling slightly kissed by the sun and rather under the contradictory weather.