........or perhaps it could be entitled Diary of a Big Dipper! Work comitments meant the earliest I could go for the Yellowthroat was Saturday. However my Wife was playing Hockey, I had the Kids and Rhian's parents who normally provide cover, were in South Wales for the Weekend (ironic). I opted for taking the Kids to my parents in St Helens and striking out from there. However Tony White was on-site and feeding back the negative news and he stuck it out till about 1pm. It was only at 2.15 that I heard the bird had been seen so that was too late to get there from St Helens so we went back home to Anglesey. I had family tickets for Sunday to see Sesame St live in Llandudno at 2pm. I thought about going down overnight to get on-site for dawn but I would have to have left around 9 - 9.30 to get to the show on time, which didn't give me much time to try for the Yellowthroat so I didn't go.
The bird was showing at 7.50 am aaaaaaarghhhhhh!!!!!! Doh! Martin Jones heard my screams from 10 miles away this morning! So I had a far more casual day with the family watching Big Bird and co in Llandudno, even though Ken tried to stress me out even more by texting "possible Pacific Diver, Holyhead Harbour" as I was just walking into the Theatre!
Bert and Ernie were great and there's something about Ernie (the Laugh perhaps) that reminds me of Simon ;-)