So it was up at 4:15am for the 6am departure and to MaccyD's for immediate nutrition. Quarter pounder with cheese at 4:30am was no substitute for the usual brekky, but with no chicken nor fish, it was that or nowt.
BirdGuides thoughtfully told me that the bird had gone awol last night; things not looking too good, but feck it, I was up and it was dry.
All aboard at 6:25am (I clearly crossed some meridian between Viet-Cram and Seahouses) and off east on a flat briny.
And no Tern. Plenty of these tho':
And hundreds of these:
And by 9am, no freakin' Tern. So back ashore, with an outstanding offer from the Cap'n that if the little blighter returned, a free second trip out at 1pm.
In to the local office, and four hours or a tad less of toil in service of the public, and a final check of BirdGuides before leaving and no joy.
Ah well, c'est la vie!
C'est la feckin' vie until I checked t'interweb just south of Morpeth and the quarry spotted at 12:54pm.
(Mr Howdon, was it someone from your boat that saw it?)