A quick one from this afternoon... I've been away for a few days giving talks in the interior, and made it back home to the coast for lunchtime - and thus dumped the gear, quickly fed, donned the thermals and slid down the muddy cliff to the Brigg hide for a seawatch in promisingly strong northerlies, wintry showers and plunging temperatures. As it turned out, there wasn't a great deal on the move, but the inherent wildness and solitude of the Brigg on days like this are more than enough justification.....
.... and both Common Scoter and (the only) Little Auk played nicely for the shaking camera against the tempestuous backdrop.
