I had been sad to leave Scotland, and my first impressions of the campsite weren't great - I needed levellers and it was very busy with lots of family groups - but then it is the weekend! I'm just used to the quieter Scottish roads I suppose. After a grey, boring, drive I did eventually have a fine view of the bay from my pitch. I went for a walk around the area and past a very odd statue which I thought must be intended to be seen from the sea. I found out later it was called the Praying Shell and overlooks the site of the cockle picker drownings in 2004.
We spent day 2 in the main reserve, and had a fantastic close-up view of small flocks of bearded tits. So beautiful. Also red deer, mergansers, a large clutch of cygnets and more.
As I left, the heavens opened and it was a long, wet, and tiring drive home.
