Spurn
3rd October October: a month in the calendar when non-consensually planned weekend social events are met with the disdain they deserve. The diary has usurped any attempt to shoehorn in a meeting with what, for every other month of the year, I would loosely refer to as ‘friends’. So, rather than enduring the indignity of forced social interaction, a trip to Spurn was planned to ignite those autumn vibes hoping that this year will be a fruitful one. Heading up Saturday, the weather was glorious, too good, clear blue skies, a moderate south to south-westerly. Perfect for a day out to the beach, terrible for the hoped for mig-fest. The previous week had seen an easterly blow that had pushed in some gripping birds over a two-day period, which had now all departed leaving a few interesting remnants. Parking up at the now completely dry Kilnsea Wetlands, a vocal brambling flew over which ignited a bit of hope for other interesting passerines. Following the coastal path toward Beacon Ponds, a...
