At the same time, I rated the chances of it staying until today as slim so, not entirely committed, I resolved to go as far as Gloucester early this morning, wait on news and, if none was forthcoming, head off to my childhood home, the Forest of Dean, for a day with the Goshawks, Pied Flycatchers and Wood Warblers. Refuelling at the fancy new Gloucester services, 0800 came and went without news, so slightly disappointed, but still looking forward to reacquainting myself with the Nagshead RSPB reserve, I turned off the M5 to head westwards at the A417 exit. No sooner had I done so than the pager bleeped the presence of the Pipit, and a few roundabouts later I was back on the M5. The next two-and-a-half hours passed without further news, so by the time I arrived I was ever so slightly tense and wondering if I shouldn't have been bolder and gone through the night to have been there for first light.
But then I had to find the site, high on Ludworth Moor near the village of Chisworth. The Satnav on my phone took me down a dead end so I called in at the Chisworth Stores, a local shop for local people, to ask for directions, only to find that the shop assistant had never heard of Ludworth Moor, or Gun Road, and didn't seem entirely sure where Chisworth was either. To be fair, she went to the trouble of phoning 'him', an unseen proprietor, I assumed, but although 'he' had heard of it, he was none the wiser about how to get there. It was all getting a bit Royston Vasey at this point, so I made my excuses and left to find my own way.