N-b-t-S - Y-l G, Sabine's Gull, hods of shearwaters and today? Rain, rain and more rain. The southerlies meant the wee brick house, normally a godsend, was not, as the elements blew in and optics, specs and my right side got sodden.
After an hour, common sense prevailed and breakfast beckoned.
The tally as I left at 8:15? Four Manxies (so 'routine' they never even appeared on Bird Map) and one Darctic Skua, all north.