High hopes

So the forecast today was altogether changeable with the threat of rain for this morning.  Hopes then flooded my tiny brain of throngs of Terns and Waders being forced down onto the edges of the reservoirs by the rain, flooding images of frenzied attempts to pick off dozens of new patch ticks.

Instead all I got was a good old fashioned soaking and not much avian swag to take home with me.

Best were a flock of 30 Sand Martin over West Warwick.

Walthamstow Marshes hardly fared better with 5 Sand Martin here, a singing Cetti's Warbler and two Willow Warbler.  A Common Snipe flew high over the north side.

Think I'll stay at home next time.