An early morning walk at Craster produced amazing numbers of crests and Robins – they seemed to be everywhere, but despite my attempts to find something ‘good’ amongst them I didn’t. The best I could manage was a vocal, and incredibly skulking Lesser Whitethroat which gave the briefest of views.
The ‘tin church’ at Low Newton is somewhere I’d never been before, so with a good beach for the family and potentially good birding we headed there. The trees and scrub by the church had good numbers of feeding migrants, and fleeting views of a ‘brown’ flycatcher tantalised me for a while until it finally gave itself up – a Spotted Flycatcher, bugger.
Two Redstarts and a pair of Stonechat were along the stone wall further along the point.