The high tide at Ynyslas this morning brought a sparse collection of waders; just three Grey Plover and two Ringed Plover at the point, and later, in the eerie light of the eclipse, three Curlew, five Redshank and two Dunlin towards the boatyard. Hardly anything else around, just a passing Sparrowhawk and a close Red-breasted Merganser.
A walk along the river by Morrisons produced my first singing Chiffchaff of the year, followed by a bird which had managed to elude me so far, a Goldcrest.