In the bleak mid-Wheatear

Back to the Great White Cape for the first time in a good eight months (well, we've had good reasons), and a beautiful, crisp and frosty morning with Rich encouraged a short sojourn to Bempton, where a certain Desert Wheatear has taken up residence since the late autumn. 

After a half hour or so we happily bumped into the bird feeding in a field by the clifftop; giving good views and within reasonable range for the camera, I fired off a few shots - the clicking of the shutter inspiring the bird to look up, fly directly towards me, land at my feet, and tack indignantly before eventually hopping a little way along the path (and far enough away for these shots). Wonderful.