Still, onward.
Off down to Spurn with the hound. Having a dog forces you out even if you're not sure you want to! There was a report of an Icterine Warbler which I had a pathetic attempt at seeing (in my defence there was a near gale force easterly wind) before wimping back to the cliff at Easington to give Bud some more exercise.
Hopes were virtually zero of seeing anything "decent". As I looked over the cliff I was nearly blown off my feet. Then zooming along the beach came three Fulmar! (P.130, S.101).
Here's one of my classic atmospheric images...
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