Popped down to St. Brides for high-tide, just as I approached the lighthouse I realised my mistake, a family of fisher-folk, having driven their lovely big red van along the sea-wall, were settling in for a few hours of disturbing the designated species on an SPA. Looking back towards the pub, another gathering had started a fire (oh so necessary in 20+ degrees) and two parties were setting up tents. Unsurprisingly, except a few local breeders, bugger all waders present. Did see another metric tonne of Painted Lady flutterbies though.