What a day ! Both up to our necks in gardening with literally stones of tomatoes being harvested, the plants shredded and Simon digging them back into the ground as compost. It's a massive task but the sun was shining and seemed a good day for the job. My phone rang, JH ringing from south Wales......have you seen your pager, are you there ? Tomatoes dropped and off to Blacktoft we went. It's really not too far for us (20 minutes max) so we were soon pulling into a packed car park (which fills me with dread!). The hide was stuffed to the gills and the bird was as far away as you can imagine, on the far mud. Very difficult to pick out as viewing was severely restricted on the left hand side of the hide due to the location of the bird and reeds obscuring views. But see it we did and Simon took a few pics before we beat a retreat. Far too busy and with more and more people cramming into the hide it was the right choice. Only our second sharp-tailed sandpiper in the UK. A brilliant couple of hours with the staff at Blacktoft well organised as ever. If it hangs around we can always go again.
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