The usual seawatching point was compromised today by the waves whipped up by the southerly gales. A position was found that gave a little shelter from the wind, but not always from the spray, and the cliched tang of salt was on the lips. Exhilarating, though.
SteveR joined me after a while, but had soon had enough, not as hardy as I, and left for home [where have I read that before?]. He missed nothing but the glorious day, and the first fulmar of the winter.
Inland was safer, and although no birds were to be heard it was good to kick up the leaves.