The Woodchat Shrike was still in the same place in some bushes on an industrial estate, still hoovering up invertebrates from the neighbouring paddock.
Over on the west coast, it was a very different day from my previous visit. The sunshine and a brisk easterly wind having been replaced with thick grey cloud, no breeze to speak of and a slight drizzle. Undeterred, we set of south along the clifftop path.
|Almost a sea stack!|
|Heath (?) Milkwort|
|"Stop p*ssing about taking photos of primroses!"|
|Discarded or predated eggshell from a Great Black-backed Gull, or perhaps a Razorbill|