Classic southern European overshoots don't come much better than Alpine Swifts, and after missing a long-staying bird down the road at Bempton last year by minutes (twitching rarely agrees with me, even if it's only a few miles away), a small influx in April this year offered fresh hope; much better to see one on the patch anyway.
Several arrived along the Yorkshire Coast, resulting in most waking hours being spent standing on cliff-tops in strong winds, but seemingly the chance had passed; until this bird chose the perfect setting of a dark, windy dusk on Carr Naze to give a lucky few of us a few minutes of its time.
