We got to the fishing boats and went through the assembled gulls in search of the elusive Glaucous, which today was at maximum elusiveness. The flocks did contain many Black-headed, Herring and Great Black-backs, plus a few Kittiwakes and a couple of Skylarks, which flew off tweeting in dismay when they realised they weren't gulls.
The news in the visitor centre wasn't terribly inspiring. We decided on a crazy whim not to walk around the reserve but instead to go to Greatstone and look for the Snow Bunting that had been reported there.
We'd hoped there would be other birders around to point us in the right direction for the Snow Bunting, but there were only dog walkers to be seen. We walked eastwards anyway, where the beach soon became shingly.
We'd planned to go to the ARC pit next, but then Phil made a passing remark about wanting to go to Hythe sometime to look for Purple Sandpipers, and after some discussion we decided, sod it, we would give the ARC a miss and go to Hythe RIGHT NOW instead. I was keen on this idea as Hythe is on my list of possible places to go and live, when I make my much longed-for relocation to somewhere seasidey.
So we drove past New Romney and Dymchurch and into Hythe, and parked up on the sea road. It was just a short walk back the way we came, escorted by masses of gulls, to reach a large rocky breakwater where, we hoped, Purple Sandpipers would be lurking. We went down onto the beach on the well-lit side of the breakwater and had a good look.