Back at Spurn on Wednesday to deliver the collage painting to Jean in the Crown: Fecking Freezing. Wind direct from Scandinavia held the whiff of Grozzer, but it was not to be. Good on the sea though, with Common Scoter moving; a couple of Great Northern Divers and Leach's Petrel.  A few Waxwings went through, but little in the line of passerines.

Lunch in Easington with the Square Meal old ladies and some of the residents.  Spurn is a great; desolate and wind-blown place. Why anyone would actually choose to live there is more of a mystery.  Cold and unwelcoming in winter; full of ticks and moth hairs in summer; it is twenty miles to a supermarket in the strange and inbred Withernsea and a decent hospital is even farther away in Hull or Scarborough. These are things you have to think about as you get older.  Still, everyone to their own.

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Let the hibernation commence.

Penultimate visit to Spurn for this Autumn. Quiet, but a few birds about, had a nice walk round and took some photos for paintings. A few pints in the afternoon with Jodie :Love and then went back to the sub-zero interstice in normal temperature that is the Warren Cottage. Soon remedied that by building a fire and settling down with lager and Boardwalk Empire. Good Firday night in the pub where much derision was cast on the above JL and Vlad the Impala, Zulu vampire was discussed. On the way back, got behind one of the old fuckers Hull council pays to drive back and forth to Kilnsea, at 20 mph. Listen to me old farts: DRIVING AT THAT SPEED IS NOT GOOD DRIVING, IT IS SHITE AND CAUSES ACCIDENTS. AND TAKE THAT FUCKING HAT OFF WITH THE FEATHERS IN THE BAND, YOU TOOL!!!!! On return home, looked out some old amnd hopefully embarrassing photos to put on FB; went to fireworks with Andy to meet Finn, then bath and loafing.

Fat Lasses Win Award

Goldthorpe was resounding last night after the announcement that it is the winner of this year's Fat Lass Spotters Award. It won first prize in the "Largest Arse" category, won with an arse the size of Cleethorpes by Mrs Edna Scrubber of Main Street and also a special mention in the "Looking Like the Elephants Loading up on Dumbo" category, for the queue outside the credit union, where the resident fat lasses waited six hours to borrow £20 to spend on Pies From Elmhurst. A special unit for the treatment of arse related diseases has been set up in the tap oyle of the Oss n Groom. Free voucher with every pound of lard bought from Premier Discount.

As a birder I am always looking at the weather on the TV and on the net. Why do they change their bloody minds from day to day? Looked at the weather forecast for Spurn two weeks ago; great - banging easterlies and top conditions. Booked in to the obs and what do they do: change their bloody minds to light westerlies FFS!!!!! Best thing they can do is get rid of all that bloody gear; ebay is an option; give 20 observers throughout Britain a piece of seaweed and a pine cone; make them go outside and see if the bloody cows are sitting down or not and do it that way. Or guess, which is what I'm sure they do anyway. Dog walkers: why the bloody hell do yo pick up your dog's shit; put it in a plastic bag, then throw it in the trees? If you can't look after the bloody things properly have them put down and do us all a fucking favour!!!!

Autumn iis Here!!!!

Well, It's bloody freezing again and appears to have been so since my last post in April. Rain and more rain. Saying that, I was at Spurn for four days last week and it was warm, mostly.Spurn is the 2nd driest place in the UK!! Top time with the lads as well. Lots of birds, which brought a fall of people with all the gear and no idea! The photographers made sure the Shrike and the LEO were well kicked about, still, all4; Y B Warbler; R B Fly; Greenish etc were worth it.

BLOODY WEATHER...

Looked out today on the snowy landscape and did some serious thinking... yes... go to baths. Strangely there was only us in. Took the Finnster and had a whale of a time, then; to further the delights went to Burger King and watched grandson tear about like a lunatic for 90 minutes in the play thing.

Got to say: even I felt sylph-like compared to the obese bastards in there with their fat kids. It was like Goldthorpe on giro day; like the queue outside the Credit Union where the dolies borrow twenty quid to get pissed on the day before giro day.

Had to drive through every big puddle on way home so the Finnster could see, now he has a big boy booster seat in the front!!!

READING MATTER!!!

Had a chill this aft with a few beers in the garden with Roy and a read of my Kindle. Am currently on with a Neil Gaiman, but have changed on the advice of Michael my son to a Brent Weeks. Looking good. Spotted a buzzard fly over garden high up, with a sparrowhawk. Popped up to see t' grandsons and was shot with Spiderman silk on entry to Finn's bedroom and gurgled at by Leo. They are both top kids!!!

Tomorrow - plan is to bike to Thurnscoe to dentists then back on the stallion via the butterbur at Harlington. We shall see!!!

Return of the Metal Stallion.

Metal steed serviced and good as new thanks to Gary of Mexborough cycles. Done 15 miles round to Old Moor via Transpennine. Foggy though so saw Jack Shit.

Looking for my lost radio: fell out of my pocket yestareday, but no luck. As usual the TPT was swarming with the dogshit spreaders and their waste of time 'pets' (dog walkers that is). Why anyone would want a machine for turning dogfood into shit is a mystery to me, but please: PICK UP YOUR DOGS SHITE FOR CHRIST SAKE...)

Back home now and the sun is shining like mad. May try for the Rough-leg up at Ewden, or the adders at Hatfield.