It had occurred to me that the very dark stone at the waters edge might be a
dipper,however without bins it was hard to tell as I was looking down at it.A
slight movement and then a low flight over the fast flowing river and a dive
finally reappearing some way down stream was enough to send me dashing
downstairs for the bins and scope.This determined behaviour continued for at
least another ten minutes and each time the same pattern was repeated before
coming to a well needed rest.The most enjoyable birdwatching I have spent for a
long time as by now the familiar bobbing was being interspersed with a little
wing flapping!
from Lis Collison