I grew up in Hastings, and Rye Harbour was the place where I saw my 'firsts' of many species. My parents didn't drive, so we were limited in where we could get to, but Rye Harbour was reachable via a train ride and a bus ride (or, occasionally, a train ride and a very long walk). On Sunday, I convinced Rob that it would be a good idea for us to go there after aikido, and for him to then drop me off in Hastings to visit my dad. It was another glorious day and he didn't take much persuading.
We arrived just before 4pm - nowhere near enough daylight left to explore the whole of this huge reserve. Instead we walked a short loop around the beach reserve, a swathe of unspoilt and well-vegetated shingle with assorted lakes.
We swapped lenses before continuing our walk as Rob wanted a play with the 300mm (but WITHOUT the new teleconverter - is he mad?), which left me to get reaquainted with my old frenemy, the 150-500mm 'Bigmos'.
We left the car park at 7.30pm, when the sun was almost gone. It had been the most fantastic afternoon. Rob took me to my dad's and left me there. He took my camera too (at my request) - I had cause to regret this later when that very night I found a Twenty-plume moth on my dad's kitchen window. On Tuesday morning I had another 'damn, no camera' moment when I spotted a Raven riding a thermal right over dad's house, being mobbed by a Herring Gull.