More extensive summaries to follow, but for now, a few shots from another magical experience on the Brigg (wonder how many times I've said that over the last three years or so?). It's the time of year when wader passage is reaching its most dynamic, and it's more than possible to see twenty species in our (comparatively tiny) recording area presently; but for the sheer child-like thrill of having a pristine shorebird from the tundra trotting around one's feet - to the point where, for long periods, photography is pointless, with the bird within touching distance - there's nowhere quite like the Brigg.
