I'm sat in my study surrounded by an unbelievable amount of dross. Items of tackle and associated kit, all awaiting my approval as to their suitability for Scotland 2015. In 1982, I didn't have any of these problems; I didn't have that much gear that a choice was required - I simply took every tackle item I owned.
Getting home, last night, I sat down with an A4 pad and started to write a list of what I wanted to take - after three pages I gave up - it is bloody crazy the stuff that I have now to consider.
Luckily; I still have a fortnight-ish to get my act together and I'm sure it'll be OK come our day of departure? I took a short stroll around the farm, early this morning, just a single female Wheatear and four singing male Blackcaps for my troubles. The most interesting sighting was of two Great Spotted Woodpeckers flying high over the bungalow heading north - headed for Scandinavia at a guess?