Boggle Hole & Flamborough Head

I was due to head out with Debby for the day to go exploring some woodland but our plans were altered slightly as she’d gotten an injured baby pigeon and that we were gonna have to take it to the Whitby Wildlife Sanctuary.

I’d never seen a baby pigeon before. And for some reason I didn’t take a photo of it, but rest assured they don’t look very pigeon like at all and just look a bit… odd.

After a little mix up with the address (Google lists the location as some blokes house near by, and he’s kinda pissed about people taking dead Hedgehogs his way expecting him to bring them back to life) we headed back and called at Boggle Hole!

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Walking my brain back together.

Just taking a short break from writing about the hitching adventure at the moment to focus on a few things I’ve done this past week since being back in Scarborough. Also because I want to post at least once before the end of the month as I have been a bit quiet recently. This is probably going to be a pretty long post but then again I don’t think I’ve had a short post for a while so I guess you’re either used to it or are just happy reading the first half and leaving.

The hitching tour ended for me in Manchester, and I managed to find a bus I could get for free the majority of the way home to Scarborough. Not bad.

The morning after I got back I did a short section of the wolds way walk with my parents.

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Photo Tour pt.8: Hitching to Keswick (The Lake District, part 1)

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We parted ways with Adrian and took a walk out of Carlisle. It was fucking hot, and carrying all our shit wasn’t my idea of fun.

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After about 35 minutes of walking we were picked up by a lorry driver and he took us to Cockermouth which meant we’d covered the majority of our journey. He gifted us an extra bottle of water, left us by the roadside and drove off. Continue reading “Photo Tour pt.8: Hitching to Keswick (The Lake District, part 1)”

Photo Tour pt.7: Couch Surfing in Carlisle

Carlisle was a new place for the both of us, amplified by our notable lack of friends in the area. Years ago I became a part of CouchSurfing, a network for travellers looking for fellow travellers to hang with and a place to crash. My account hadn’t been active for years, so I deemed it best just to start over so I created a joint account with Jazz in a bid to get somewhere to sleep.

Our only real option in Carlisle was a guy called Adrian. He’s an experienced couchsurfing host with some 70-odd references over the past decade of being on the site. We had none. Fortunately, he got back to us and agreed to let us crash a few nights, and we ended up staying in his home for the best part of a week.

Carlisle is a quiet town and is sprinkled with some pretty intriguing artwork if you look hard enough.

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Photo Tour pt.6: Hitching to Carlisle

We were supposed to check out of the hostel at like 10:30 and I’ve started this sentence like we were massively late when in fact we were out by 10:36 so yeah considering I’m travelling with Jazz that’s like a record or something. We grabbed some cardboard from the Lidl next door and headed to the Clyde to write Carlisle on it.

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Photo Tour pt.5: Glasgow

We stayed in Glasgow just over two weeks and that included a couple of trips out to Dundee for work. To write about it all would be too long of a post and I’m also kinda behind anyway… So I guess I’ll just revisit a few things a little more extensively at a later date. So yeah, this isn’t in total order but that shouldn’t matter too much.

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Photo Tour pt.4: Mods vs Rockers vs Hippies, Edinburgh

I have an odd relationship with Edinburgh. The relentless tourism drives me insane, and while the architecture is beautiful, it’s just like York on steroids. And filled with even more wankers.

I don’t hate the place, I just dislike it. Sort of playfully, and sort of not. I enjoy being there but I enjoy not being there more – Maybe I’ve just been spoiled with the time I’ve lived in Glasgow.

I mean, Edinburgh really offers some incredible views…

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Right, so we hitched to Edinburgh. We were picked up on the outskirts by Grant, our host for the next three nights. He replied to Jazz’s tour plans and offered us a place to crash in exchange for a shoot and he’d even gone all out and arranged a networking night for a few models and photographers to gather at his home studio. Neat. Continue reading “Photo Tour pt.4: Mods vs Rockers vs Hippies, Edinburgh”