When I arrived, the car park was rammed and about 30 tourists were huddled together in a kind of selfie feeding frenzy. However, as I grumped off down the beach, a magnificent Osprey flew pretty low overhead, going south, and everything seemed much better again! Not much about. A Whimbrel was out at the point along with a familiar whitish object, the leucistic Oystercatcher. Must be getting on for twenty years perhaps?