Saturday, September 05, 2020
A windy, late-afternoon visit to the golf-course spit brought, I was fairly sure, the Sabine's among the distant gulls (I had only bins and was looking into the sun).
This is one of my many desperate shots into the gulls when they took off for some reason - catching the Sabine's by chance and confirming the identity.
There were again many kittiwakes present. The knot (presumably the same one) was also still present - I spotted it among half a dozen oystercatchers as they came in to land.
I'd retreated to the village after driving to Rhue to do some sea-watching and rock-pooling. No chance! The small car park was chock-a-block, and cars lined the edge of the turning circle. I've never seen anything like it, either in the six years I've lived here or in the twenty or so previous years that we'd spent summer holidays here. These entitled "new" tourists won't accept a place is full; they were determined to stay at Rhue, and rather than drive away and go somewhere else, they parked in places I wouldn't dream of parking.
Still - I ended up having a lovely hour or so sitting on the pebbles entirely alone and having a Sabine's gull and a knot all to myself - although when I texted Greger to let him know where I was, he would have assumed I'd popped off to Germany as the spellcheck insisted on telling him that "the Ruhr" was full.
// posted by Christine @ 9:58 AM 
