Well not to drag this out, the short of it was that in the hope that the Red-Throated Pipit was still present on the periphery of the Peak District, I made haste up the M1.
The weather was dire, strong winds, driving rain, and nothing showing up on the rarity radar. No sign at all. There was however a bird I needed in Hull. Yes Hull. I had a car and time. So I made a rather sudden handbrake turn before heading north-east....to Hull. Yes Hull.
I arrived in Hull. I walked into the East Park. The sun was shining but it was blowing an absolute gale. There were a few birders present as were a good number of Hirundines. While the assembled were straining their watery wind-slapped eyes into the wind, I looked in the other direction. Over a small island on the lake, a Red-Rumped Swallow flirted in the wind with it's more familiar cousins joining together over this East Yorkshire park where the wind was but a minor convenience, more so, an opportunity to display such aerial dexterity in challenging conditions. Well challenging for me anyway.
I was only there for half an hour, before heading back - a new bird - but the price was high both cost and time.
RRS just out of shot