Somewhat fortuitously another Holy Island regular was at the front of the short traffic queue as we snorkelled up ready for the crossing. With the current low tides we timed it to perfection with not a minute or an inch of water to waste. Buoyed by up to the minute directions we yomped across Chare Ends to Snipe Point to the big log/branch that it had apparently been hanging out around. Empty beach stretched left and right, the Mars Rover seemed to have more chance of discovering life, we spilt in opposite directions to search and after several long minutes the finder was discovered a little to the east in the company of the tamest juvenile Gannet ever and the sweet wheat.
Still active almost up to dusk it flicked around the nearby rocks, occasionally dropping just a few metres away. I'd left the camera expecting poor light so the above are iphonescoped. Goes for all Wheatear sp. but full of character and great to watch. It looked likely to roost around the upturned roots of a washed up tree-trunk as we left.
Rolling Out The Barrel (literally)