As we were getting in the car for one of J's 'little run out's (I love them, usually take ages, go miles and involve tea shops) we saw the first dragonfly to hatch from the pond that we have seen this year. It was sitting in the malus, drying its wings. This is a dreadful picture, but it was very high up.
After that we drove across the moors to Sandsend and back along the coast, dropping into Staithes for a walk down to the harbour. Not an ideal activity perhaps, during a flare-up given the steepness of the hill, but lovely just the same.
We walked out along the new sea defences, remarking how hot it was, here, on the North East coast. Almost unheard of.
If I had to live there, I'd like to live in the house with the ferns.
Staithes used to be a fishing port and was home to Captain James Cook from the age of 16 when he worked in a shop there and had his interest in the sea kindled.
The old methodist chapel has been converted into a museum to Cook. It's full of wierd and wonderful objects and photographs and there are some bits of knitting history too.