Crawled out of bed at 04:15, down on the reserve by 05:05, is this normal behaviour on a Sunday morning? Singing Gropper and flyover Marsh Harrier at Uskmouth and a rather smart Black Tern at Goldcliff were the highlights of the morning. The tern would have been pretty good, if only some blighter in Glamorgan hadn't trumped it with a Whiskered,... buggerybollockytwatbag!
PS. Did you know there's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets? Or at least, so say Messers Blackwell, Crossley, Hancock and Henry.