Oh yes! Half way and serenely motoring on. Nothing too exciting. Tomorrow I join up with Bradders and Jono to re-visit the buffy(ies) and perhaps notch up a few other birdies on the way. Might even get a non-London tick, or perhaps I should just close my eyes. The most exciting thing about the buffy, great bird(s) that it (they are) is, is I am being driven and don't have to face the frustration of the London Underground and national rail services on a Sunday. Result.
I was going to the QM today, but as nothing had been heard after my second coffee of the morning, I decided to notch up some Rainham stuff. The weather looked shit enough to persuade a few morsels up the river. It did, I was right, but I missed them.
Had to make do with some stalwarts. They all count. Best bird? The one that was calling over my head as I traipsed back to Rainham owless and cold. Haven't a clue what it was, but it sounded interesting.
Can you face another bad Stonechat picture? I can't so have some other gloomy grey illustrations of why Rainham is top drawer.