Just spent a fine week with Mrs D in a cottage on the slopes of Rhiw Mountain on the Llyn Peninsula, with autumn migration tantalisingly dropping off, but plenty of nice Rock Pipits, Chough, Raven etc on the cliffs nearby.
The cottage was perched halfway up the "mountain" (the thing is only about 1,000ft high), and had commanding views over the tip of the Llyn Peninsula out to Bardsey, which meant anything still moving had to flap, flit or sail past us to gain height and continue a southerly migration path.
First few days, passage was still pretty marked, with good numbers of Fieldfare, Redwing, Blackbird, Starling, Goldfinch and Chaffinch, and lesser totals of Song Thrush, Skylark, Meadow Pipit, Goldcrest, Robin, Greater 'Pecker, Pied Wags, titmice etc.
Woodcock, Sprawks cruising the Western Gorse trying to snag an easy meal, Green Woodpecker and Yellowhammer in the fields below, Stonechats in the bracken - all very pleasant.
The hillside screamed potential to a visitor like me, especially if you could get there earlier in the autumn - I'm sure Welsh birders give it a thorough seeing to though.
Loads of lovely hedgerows, a few taller trees, drystone walls and set aside.
Wandering the coastal path, we came across a few groups of Chough - two around Y Rhiw village, and at least five on the cliffs west of Porth Meudwy, including a bird with a white colour ring (presumably banded on Bardsey?)
Traditional migrant traps like Porth Meudwy and Carreg were kinda quiet, but still held enough Goldcrests, Bullfinches and thrushes to divert the attention.
At least three adult winter Med Gulls in atrocious weather on Aberdaron beach on Thursday, and Little Egrets around the Abersoch area.
When the weather turned really bad, the only thing to do was watch the clouds obliterating Bardsey and scudding on over the peninsula lower than an Adder's belly (no shortage of 'em on the Llyn, although I expect they're all asleep now), and embark on a Scrabble battle royale with the missus.
Felt confident I was on a winner with obscure monsters like the one above (90 points! - he shoots, he scores!), but she still whupped me.
I should have known better.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...