The mist hung low over the Humber Bridge as I scooted over the estuary towards Spurn.
With the outlaws still slumbering in Immingham, I'd decided to "borrow" Mrs D's car and give the marvellous old sandspit a bash.
My plan was to get a bit of seawatching in, but as I headed south through all the little villages early doors, I wondered if I might get some passerine action too - it was calm and the mist wasn't budging.
Once at Spurn it quickly became clear that no one had told the birds about August migration....a single Wheatear, hordes of Swallows, a few Mipits and Linnets, Whitethroats and Willow Warblers were all that presented themselves, as bright sun and blue skies moved in.
Back to Plan A, and I headed to the sea watching hide.
The mist out over the North Sea limited visibility, but plenty of terns were feeding on the rising tide - and that meant skuas.
Lots of 'em.
Really good bit of revision this, as it was surprising how the misty morning light made Arctics look really big - I had a few "Pom" moments, especially with birds heading away from me, but all the skuas I had - light phases, dark phases, intermediates - were Arctics.
No Pom would ever waste as many wingbeats as an Arctic.
Frequently they dropped onto the sea to wait for passing terns to present an easy meal, while Gannets cruised further out in the mist.
A fine morning.
Spurn seawatch, 10/08/12, 0910-1100:
Arctic Tern 2
Little Gull 1
Common Scoter 25
Sandwich Tern - many
Gannet - many
Guillemot - many
Arctic Skua 19
Common Tern - many
Kittiwake - many
Little Tern 3
plus Harbour Porpoise, Grey Seal
Not bad in less than ideal conditions.
The rest of the point was comparatively quiet, apart from the large Humber wader roost, which held Greenshanks, Barwits, Dunlin, Ringed Plover, Whimbrel etc etc.
A Green Sandpiper was still on the Canal Scrape, where the stiffening northerly breeze made it hard to follow the Emperors and Black Tailed Skimmers there.
Left in bright sunshine mid afternoon as a Marsh Harrier drifted out over the North Sea and into the banks of mist, and a few more Arctic Skuas came ripping through.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...