At the second I spent a good while looking out over a superb area of forest-covered mountain fully expecting a few raptors and ended up with nada. This particular vantage looked out over a few interesting looking caves that looked like prime Eagle Owl breeding sites but despite scouring all the nearby vantages I again drew a blank.
Further back to base there was a small picnic site pull in conveniently placed below a narrow wooded gorge just before the right turn for Jorox, another tiny white village. I stopped here for a while content watching a few pairs of Crag Martin nesting in the entrance of a small hillside cave. A pair of Blue Rock Thrushes darted and sang from rocky perches just above me. Goldfinches dropped below my feet to feed in cliff-side weeds and an odd-looking sparrow took off through the arch of the narrow road bridge.
Padding back over to look down into the village and along the tiny mountain stream tumbling through the rocks and vegetation I was pleased to relocate a Rock Sparrow perched in a tree -top just below me. Walking back up the gorge I could an unfamiliar song and began scanning the boulder strewn rocks across from me, a small bird with a grey head with black stripes and longish looking tail flew into a small tree. After several attempts Rock Bunting had finally given itself up; a second individual flew downstream and I once again moved to the bridge looking down and though distant watched for a while as a male fluttered around the stream edges, fly-catching and dancing over the water.
A pair of Red-rumped Swallows using the bridge as a nesting structure offered a chance to clart about trying to 'create' an image as they perched on overhanging riverside vegetation in the dyeing evening light.