Christmas Eve eve

An early afternoon look at Cotham Landfill, before heading down to Suffolk, produced the 1w Iceland Gull again; however, there were very few gulls at all.

Iceland

Given the lack of gulls, I gave up after about half an hour and had a bomb around Collingham; there was a rather wind-blown Peregrine hunkering down on a gravel ridge on Ferry Lane Lake, and at least 2 Whooper Swans in with the Mute herd on the opposite side of the Trent, viewed from the conveyor outfall; however it was so windy I could barely stand up straight, let alone hold my scope steady, so there may have been a couple more in there. 

Peg