It is almost Two Hundred and Thirty Years since Captain James Cook, the talented British explorer and navigator died in unsavoury circumstances in Hawaii. He set sail from Whitby aboard the Resolution to seek the enigmatic North West Passage - the link between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. Today in Whitby, it seemed like once again he had set sail on one more mysterious voyage. A local 'tribute artist', who attires himself in the garb of the great man and stands on a plinth for the amusement of tourists, briefly went absent without leave. He would normally be found atop his dias standing literaly rock-still (His attire is sprayed with some kind of stone coating), and he would occasionaly frighten the life out of folk by a sudden jerky movement or exclamation. But today he was missing - his lonely plinth (above) was all that remained. Fortunately, this particular incarnation of the redoubtable seafarer had not fallen foul of tribal retribution or even the dreaded 'scurvy' - he was merely a little thirsty!
Monday, June 04, 2007
So Flaming June has arrived. Housemartins have built their Circus tents beneath the eves and emerge regulary to perform daring swoops, swirls and random acrobatics. Lambs and calves moo and bleat and chew and Whitby strains under the weight of what seems like a million visitors a day. The longest day beckons, yet right now the equinox matters little to the birds and the bees - life is good! The industrious worker pictured above seemed oblivious to my camera as it feasted on the sweet nectar of benevolent Honeysuckle -briefly resplendent on Nature's catwalk in its Summer best, the Honeysuckle flowers will soon wither and fall - but not just yet....
And so to less important matters! I hope to update Inland Review on a more regular basis and I apologize for my lengthy absence these past months. Thank you for taking the time to visit this little corner of North East England and I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings - I certainly get a 'buzz' out of writing them!