A jaunt up the road to Scarborough with the old man saw us arriving at a dark, chilly harbour battered by a strong westerly and heavy showers, and thus expectations of any meaningful camera action were set at virtually zero. But, as we drove onto the central pier, a very smart adult Red-throated Diver popped up, wonderfully close and distracted by its singled-minded preening, and so we started firing (at about ISO 7 million) for the hell of it. Really glad we did too, because despite the dreadful light and conditions (and hence grainy images), the bird was such a beautiful and co-operative subject, it turned out to be well worth it.
Somewhat upstaged but good to see anyway were three Black-necked Grebes, a popular presence in the harbour for some weeks now.
