So, why did I bother after seeing the Chevvy birds? Well, +tonight at Boulmer, I was alone, with no tape lures, no Brian Blessed rehearsals, no Timpani solo from the steel hides and the only 'togger there was me. The wind was blowing and the sound of Oystercatchers provided a suitably wild backdrop to the evening. Just me and the Shorelarks. Bliss....
|A struggle to get all four in shot...|
|Mostly three was the best...|
|While the fourth played hard to get...|