Up before the crack of dawn, a heavily raining B/H Monday saw a failed attempt at a Boot Sale, a morning spent dodging the rain at Rainham and then a spur of the moment stop on the return journey.
I NEVER twitch I tell you, NEVER!
It's just that I knew this field so
well I just had to stop there on the way home. All Rainham had produced was a migrant Tree Pipit that might well turn out to be a Meadow Pipit, some Linnets, and several common waders and wildfowl. Not enough for that...