Here are some photos from my trip to Flamborough earlier this month.
Flamborough Head
Bempton
Bempton Cliffs
Earlier this month, Atheist Socety headed to Nash’s Fish & Chip Restaurant for a meal.
There didn’t seem to be many people in the restaurant and by the time we left, we had been the only people in there for a while. We found out why as we walked out at 9pm – they close at 8pm, and had been keeping the restaurant opened just for us!
I was torn between the various desserts they do, so I opted to get the strawberry ice cream as a starter and then the strawberry trifle for my dessert – a perfect metaphorical sandwich to wrap round my fish and chips.
While in Flamborough we stayed at a bed and breakfast known as The Manor House. It was perfectly located right in the centre of the village and offered a large garden with hedges that entirely cut off the outside world.
The house only had two bedrooms, and we had the master. This contained a large double bed and ensuite bathroom. You can see pictures of it on their website.
Positive points: it was very quiet. The bed was comfortable and I slept really well. Our hosts, Leslie and Jeffrey were lovely. The traditional furnishings were nice, we had a beautiful view of the garden from our bedroom and the breakfasts were very tasty – the home made plum jam in particular! The living room slash library was a great place to relax on an evening, especially as we had it to ourselves.
Points for improvement: no showers in the bathrooms, we only had a bath, which made washing our hair difficult. It was rather dusty and a little cold, even in the warm weather.
Overall, a lovely stay and I think we’ll go back again.
A bill is currently making its way through the various structures, to pardon Alan Turing.
What a load of nonsense.
Alan Turing was guilty of homosexual activity. He was. Of course nobody for even a moment would pretend that is something that should be a criminalise offense! But to pardon one person is essentially saying “you did wrong, but you did a lot of good so we’re going to let you off”.
Is this the message we want to put forward? If so, I think it’s time we pardoned Julian Assange for those rapes he may or may not have committed. Clearly, we’re not going to be doing this.
What we we should instead by saying is “this law was nonsense, and anyone convicted of it is now exonerated of any wrong doing, regardless of how many German codes you broke”.
Don’t pardon Turing – pardon everyone. They never did anything wrong.
The Seabirds is a pub slash restaurant in Flamborough village.
It’s a relatively small place and the service was snappy. I started with the prawn cocktail which was a bit of a disappointment. The salad bed, usually lettuce, had lots of other ingredients in including celery, pepper and cucumber. This over complicated a simple dish and with a shortage of sauce on it, didn’t produce a good result. Elina fared better with her goat’s cheese.
My main was an improvement. The posh surf and turf consisted of a rump steak with half a lobster on top. Some of the steak was cooked correctly but a lot of it wasn’t (it was two halves of different thicknesses) and the lobster was covered in a cheese sauce – I have yet to decide whether this was a good thing or bad thing.
We finished things off with a cheese cake that was delicious and had a surprisingly amount of alcohol in the base. An enjoyable meal but for the price, I was expecting the food to be a little better.
Naked Fish claims to be Bridlington’s only seafood restaurant. If you’ve walked round the town it is understandable why – very few of the food outlets would really be able to call themselves restaurants.
I started with the prawn and lobster cocktail. It was huge, providing far too much food for a starter, but nevertheless very enjoyable. Elina’s herrings were stuffed with onion though (not mentioned on the menu) and when we asked about it they said they couldn’t even prepare it without them as that is just how they came.
They did offer to prepare something else and we settled in the Bridlington crab but charged us for both starters which I thought was rather shameless.
My main, a sea bass fillet, was also very tasty, as were Elina’s mussels, though once again a smaller portion would have been more than sufficient.
The fifteenth book in the Discworld series is Small Gods. It tells the tale of Brutha, the simple minded novice with a perfect memory, who finds out that his all powerful god is in fact, a tortoise.
It presents an entertaining, though fairly straight forward criticism of religious organisations and structures that have long ago forgotten what they are actually about (and what they were actually about was a. wrong and b. now irrelevant anyway). Plus, there is a tortoise, so what more could you want?
The tenth book in the Discworld series, Moving Pictures, describes how the alchemists invented film and moved to Holy Wood to set up the moving picture industry.
It’s not one of my favourite novels from the series. I found it a bit silly at first until it finally settled down, but even then I found it quite hard going in comparison to some of the previous novels. C.M.O.T. Dibbler and Detritus the troll are great characters though, and that kept things entertaining.
I occasionally find myself pining for some better similes too. Pratchett often uses phrases like “as muddy as, well, mud” which certainly have their place in a witty text, but I do feel the technique is becoming a little overused.
Finally, someone has fixed Alanis Morissette’s song so that it actually is ironic.
Whitby Abbey
The harbour
Streets
The sea
National speed limit on the breakwater
People
