It is but two weeks till I trip off for a few days birding in the UK! A brief encounter with the Scilly Isles. It may be a tad early for all those American migrants. Perhaps I should be grateful, ending up in the hedge as I am squeezed out by a mega twitch of chaps is something I can definitely do without. My better half I am sure will wax lyrical on his adventures to the isles in the 80s...avoiding flying tents in howling gales.....dipping on birds...and generally have a jolly good chaps time!
My year list is jaw dropping...that's jaw dropping bloody awful....so I am determined to drag my hubby around said isles....nabbing what new little critters I can!
There is one draw back to all this enthusiasm...it's called the Scillonian....the ferry....I don't have sea legs...oh dear...nice shade of green beckons!
