As yesterday’s forecast promised a few hours when rain wouldn’t be the prominent feature I thought I’d spend it birding.
That might have been a mistake on my part.
I headed to Portland Bill and, sure enough, it stayed dry but the wind was still blowing as the last results of storm Winifred or Gertrude or whatever made itself felt. Even the Oystercatchers decided to group together in a field and go worm hunting rather than attempt the shoreline and the lack of birds eventually had me watching the waves instead, I might be easily distracted but they were hard to ignore.
After I’d had my fill of getting coated in sea spray I headed to Radipole RSPB in Weymouth for my annual visit. I say annual because the place depresses me so much I only go once or twice a year just to see if any improvement has taken place but it never does. It used to be a great place to go when I started birding in the early 90’s but not for some time now. If it was a commercial business you would swear that it was being run down intentionally so it could be closed and claimed as a tax write-off.
As I write this light rain is falling steadily and the mist is getting thicker, looks a day to keep the coffee flowing and look forward to better days.
Oh, and I'll try to make the next post a little happier rather than a grumpy old man session!