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.