I set off early this morning and reached the far end of the beach. No sign of a Wheatear. I turned to make my way back and one flew up from the beach, over the path and onto the grassy slope just above the path to the mansion. It flew to a fence post and suddenly there were two!
They flew off towards the beach and I began to walk back. After a few yards I heard one singing and it was on a rock just infront of me. By chance, Harry had just arrived and the bird hardly moved while he made his way from the car park.
We both enjoyed good views and eventually began to walk back just as a pair of Peregrines flew over, heading towards the harbour. A nice start to the weekend!