Fields on either side of the road stretch away and I keep losing sight of the lighthouse as I follow the road down a dip and round a bend; it seemed more than two miles from the village of Flamborough. Then a few holiday cottages appear, and I pass the ‘old lighthouse’, or the Chalk Tower as it is sometimes called. This was built in the 17th century and its history is sketchy. It could have been used as lighthouse with a fire lit on the top, though there is some doubt whether it was ever used. A local group hope to use it as an exhibition space in the future.
Finally, I reach the car park on the headland with the lighthouse dominating the space. Today the café seems to be the focus of attention for the few visitors here on a cool morning. The car temp monitor promises 9 degrees, but once out of the car, I realise that the wind chill factor makes it feel much colder than that. Surrounded on three sides by the sea, there is no shelter from the wind. With my scarf wrapped high around my neck and jacket pulled tightly around me I walk past the lighthouse to stand on the cliff tops and gaze out over
