Bizarre really, it's not much further than a trip to Alnwick but the tunnel/river subconsciously make it a more significant journey.
Plain sailing really, 40 miles door-to-door, and my first non-Northumberland 'twitch' was a success, with a dozen or so local birders lined up on a pavement looking over a fence across a bowling green at some bushes on t'other side. It was a little bit surreal, but su-fecking-perb as a tick was added to my Life Locally Informative Species Tally (apparently the word 'List' is taboo). And good to meet Derek C and Andrew - Do you never stay in - Kinghorn too.
And, as I hear you shout, dear reader,'Show me the record shot!', voila (watch out Sometimes!!):
And as a bonus, in the playground to the rear of the pavilion, a Snow Bunting (naturally, there were no kids in the area, as a man with a camera in a children's place is asking for trouble!).