A combination of many reasons - including a lack of people here in the winter, and fewer options elsewhere - means I'm hitting the beach, bay and Brigg pretty much every day at the minute, and I can't remember the last time I came home anything less than stoked. Today had many highlights, but the Grey Phalarope again took the prizes, tucked in a little cove along a hard-to-reach part of the Brigg, feeding in the swell and surf and generally performing perfectly at close range under stormy skies.
