"When the wind's in the East - the fish bite least" How many times have I used this phrase to others when explaining a lack of angling action. Storm Alex was forecast well in advance; the wind strength and direction wasn't going to be anything other than a raging gale straight from our EU neighbours, directly across the Channel from Thanet. So why did I bother going out this morning? Because I could is about the sum of it! Fortunately I managed to get the brolly up before the really heavy rain began, around 06.15 hrs, and remained in its' shelter for the entire session, packing up at 10.30 hrs with nothing to show for my effort. I got absolutely drenched barrowing my kit back to the van, just a couple of hundred yards away. Will I ever learn?
|My CK Stakeout Mk II brolly. Cheap as chips, but certainly served me well today|
Apart from the resident water fowl there was very little else of note. A single Goldcrest and Chiffchaff with a roving flock of Long-tailed Tits plus I recorded 17 Swallows battling into the gale (2, 4, 7, 2 & 2) which was rather crazy under the conditions. The lone Great Crested Grebe came by to have a look at the idiot under the umbrella, so I pointed the long lens and rattled off a few shots ISO 1600 1/500th sec, resulting in useable, if somewhat grainy, images.