Jo was quite incistent that we visit Flamborough Head for the King Eider, so being weak individual that I am I felt I must follow orders. Arriving at North Landing at midday we were reassuringly informed by John Hague that it was showing. A short walk and we were scoping it just off Holland. Fortunately it gradually drifted closer out of the sea fret and some piss poor shots were taken.
Following the Eider the obligatory visit to Bempton for some Auk stroking seemed in order. A Gropper was singing from just outside the visitors centre and the worlds most obliging Tree Sparrows were in the car park until I thought about showing them some photograhpic interest. All the normal fare was on show but for information there's shit loads more Puffins at North Landing!
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