|Posted by birdbeards2010 on August 31, 2012 at 3:15 PM|
The excitement of the Point Break squall had both I and Le Hatt scrabbling to get out of the Beardmobile and up onto the Waxy dunes. It did indeed look very tasty, with the surf and swell crashing bang into the beach and the wind blasting us and our scopes back towards the woods. A couple of Turnstone dropped onto the sand and a Kestrel hovered just off the dunes, but slowly and surely very little materialised. A single Gannet and a few terns and gulls were all that got the blood pumping. Around 20 mentalist Sanderling did brighten things up before the highlight of the watch turned out to be a couple of small flocks of 8-10 pretty Kittiwakes dancing above the waves. By the time our ears began ringing with gustiness it seemed clear that very little was moving and we needed a plan B.
Plan B didn't even break into song. Happisburgh was good for 6 Black Tailed Godwits, a few Wigeon and a wee against the muck stack - but nothing else.
Plan C was the ever barren stretch of Sea Palling bushes. Appalling.
Plan D turned out to be more pleasant. A cuppa in the Winterton cafe, bought by Le Hatt and served up by by far the prettiest bird of the day. We mooched around a silent Hermanus and then lounged on the beach to watch the odd Common Scoter, more Sanderlings and some noisy Sarnie Terns.