Found ourselves in the RSPB visitor centre last week at Bempton Cliffs near Flamborough Head. We only went to find a picnic bench to have lunch (which we had bought in Tescos in Bridlington) and having paid the car park fees for all day, thought we might as well look round the sanctuary.
Not expecting much to see (I keep trying to bird spot in woodland but although I listen to their songs I can never find out where they are!) the enthusiastic young person who greeted us and handed us the relevant leaflet explained that we would probably see Gannets, Gulls and Kittiwakes and Guillemots and perhaps razorbills and even puffins, so we headed off along the trail more optimistically and were not disappointed. There are five lookout points but until you reach them you can't see much and hear even less - the cliffs absorb the sound or it's reflected out to sea. Only when we reached the view points did the wall of bird calls hit us and I now want to go back - with the binoculars next time because I never did see the puffin that the woman with the two small children insisted (to her son) was there 'just below where the rock turns green, in a hole the shape of a church window with its yellow feet sticking out'! I didn't even take my glasses!
Found ourselves in the RSPB visitor centre last week at Bempton Cliffs near Flamborough Head. We only went to find a picnic bench to have lunch (which we had bought in Tescos in Bridlington) and having paid the car park fees for all day, thought we might as well look round the sanctuary. 
Not expecting much to see (I keep trying to bird spot in woodland but although I listen to their songs I can never find out where they are!) the enthusiastic young person who greeted us and handed us the relevant leaflet explained that we would probably see Gannets, Gulls and Kittiwakes and Guillemots and perhaps razorbills and even puffins, so we headed off along the trail more optimistically and were not disappointed. There are five lookout points but until you reach them you can't see much and hear even less - the cliffs absorb the sound or it's reflected out to sea. Only when we reached the view points did the wall of bird calls hit us and I now want to go back - with the binoculars next time because I never did see the puffin that the woman with the two small children insisted (to her son) was there 'just below where the rock turns green, in a hole the shape of a church window with its yellow feet sticking out'! I didn't even take my glasses!
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