Unperturbed by the prospect of inducing the Mitchell curse - we have a pretty good record for mid-range twitching together - I picked Jol up from a service station en route and after a mercifully trouble-free journey we found ourselves in the ever so slightly over-crowded car park at Church Norton. Snaffling the final half-space we were soon tooled up with scopes and heading off down the sea wall.
|The Hudsonian Whimbrel was a long way out - but scope views were conclusive. And even at this distance a pale face is discernable.|
|This, believe it or not, is a photo of the Hudsonian Whimbrel flying away. But even in a photo this bad you would be seeing a white V up the back of a regular Whimbrel.|