|At the north end of the island looking south.|
|A ceiling of gulls.|
|More rain on its way.|
It was slow` work as we zig-zagged our way round the shore, scanning each pool and slab. First a dunlin, next a couple of purple sandpipers and then a bigger flock of turnstones, we gradually added to our total. Past the wreck of the Mars, a small coaster that hit the island in the 1930's and never left. Gull chicks shuffled out of our way or edged themselves in cracks pretending they couldn't be seen while their parents yelled above. Progress made was dry until we had to cross a thigh deep gully which needed shoes and socks off. Next up was a wider but supposedly shallower strip of sea to cross. I made it fine but half way across Lucie decided to sit down on the job and so got soaked up to her waist. Valiantly she carried on and 2 hours later we finished. Luck was with us for the last crossing as the tide literally parted and retreated like the Red Sea and we zipped over slippery rocks before the next waves came through. After 2 hours of having several thousand gull screaming at us we were glad to leave Rona, it is a bit like New York City, exciting to visit with fantastic sights but the density of inhabitants, the smelliness and rubbish lying around make it uncomfortable after a while and a pleasure to leave. So we gladly headed back for well earned pizzas clutching bootie of a found oar that was washed up .
And the final total for the whole island ? As follows:-
turnstone 157, purple sandpiper 43, dunlin, 2, curlew 25, whimbrel 4, common sandpiper 2, oystercatcher 28, redshank 6. Not bad for a big lump of rock.
|The Mars wreck.|
|After the soaking.|
|Gull chicks wedged in every crack.|