Collected himself from the Bazzo Bunker in the early hours and ripped over to Spurn, arriving and birding by 0830 today.
Cold northerly wind, with much cloud and a few sunny spells, and still large numbers of thrushes from Kilnsea up and down.
Reckon we had more than 300 Fieldfare, 200+ Redwing, 150+ Blackbird, 8 Song Thrush, 40 Brambling, 15 Siskin and at least four Ring Ouzels.
The latter were as flighty as ever, but lovely to watch.
Only managed to digiscope one quite poorly marked youngster, and that was hiding in the hawthorns by the Canal Scrape.
You can just about make it out in these heavily cropped blurs.
Lots of other goodies too, including Woodcock, 5 Chiffies, 1 male Blackcap, and 12 Twite which dropped in to drink at the Canal Scrape.
I would guess at up to 200 Robins at the north end of the point, as they were just about everywhere, with 25 Goldcrest, and probably my last 3 Swallows of the year.
Deciding to be good and keep our passerine heads on, we concentrated on the Canal Zone, Beacon Lane (3 Rouzels, 3 Roe Deer, much cold wind) and Kilnsea, a decision made easier by the low tide when we arrived.
We succumbed to temptation once the stormy North Sea roared back in, but only did a little bit of seawatching.
Even that yielded Bonxie, Red Throated Diver, Long Tailed Duck, Common Scoter, surprisingly large numbers of Gannets, Guillemot and hordes of Kittiwakes.
Noticed just a handful of Brent Geese, but as they didn't fall in the "passerine target field", that was okay.
Two Whoopers in off the sea, 3 Sparrowhawk and the like also received criminally small amounts of attention.
Just where had yesterday's OBP gone?
It was hard looking for passers in the strong cold wind, but early afternoon the sun came out and Chiffies and Goldcrests fairly buzzed about the sheltered hedgerows down from the Crown and Anchor, while two stonking Waxwings sunned themselves in the garden at Kew Villa.
Not such a surprise, given the wind direction, yet weird to see 'em in trees still in leaf in bright sunshine.
One spent its time hidden by withering foliage, but the other was rather more showy.
From Kilnsea we nipped back up the road to Easington to admire a Great Grey Shrike in the hedgerow opposite the cemetery.
It was a bit distant, which was probably just as well, given the unspeakable things it was doing to the remains of an unfortunate songbird it had impaled on a branch.
Be thankful I didn't try to get closer for better shots as it stripped the meat off the remains of whatever its dinner had once been.
Quick look at Easington Lagoons provided yet more Robins, with 200 Golden Plover in the adjacent fields, accompanied by 4 Turnstone.
By 1500 we were more than well enough acquainted with what winter cold feels like and I turned the Baby Black Death back west.
It didn't take long before we were embroiled in yet another static M62 nightmare - six hours to complete a three hour journey is not what a thirsty gentleman requires.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...