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02 March 2008
Titles are for wimps
A tour of the Goldcliff vantage points produced both the wintering Spotted Redshank and Greenshank plus all the usual wildfowl. No Sand Martin, LRP or Garganey though. It was so slow I even counted the Wigeon, some of which looked a bit like this...
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