Gary Prescott, The Biking Birder, is going to visit friends in October. Then the plan is to cycle for the whole of November, the south-west region of Rwanda. Fundraising for Acorns Children's Hospice and the Planet Birdsong charity. For Planet Birdsong, there is a link to the side on my blog page for you to take a look at the work they do in Rwanda and how you can help. Biking Birder IX - An African Adventure, Part 2. The Return to Rwanda.
Heavy rain is forecast and strong southerly winds but there is a Pacific Diver at a reservoir not too far from Porthcawl, at Eglwys Reservoir, so I have to go!
Waterproofs on and a lighter bike than usual due to being able to leave most things at the B & B, I set off and see what damage has been caused by Eunice, the incredibly strong storm that hit Britain yesterday.
Trees are down and debris from broken branches and, at one place, a caravan roof, are all seen as I cycle north. The weather at this early hour, having set off at 7.30am, is not too bad and the wind is mostly behind me.
I soon reach the reservoir and head for the far end, to a place where fishermen let me in back when on Biking Birder I in 2010. Then there were two birds that I particularly wanted to see on the extensive waters of the reservoir, a Lesser Scaup and a Ring-necked Duck. How different the weather was that day, being calm and sunny. Both birds I found easily and then I remember chatting with a fisherman who had caught five large trout.
This time I found a large multi-padlocked gate and a lot of signs making it clear that visitors were not only unwelcome but would be prosecuted for trespassing! Terrible that such a fabulous resource, for not only birders but for local people, should be locked away like this. Surely it could be a country park with a cafe and a visitors centre, as well as a place for children to go to learn about nature. With woodland around the reservoir, as well as as the huge expanse of water itself, what a fabulous place it could be. For those who know of Draycote in Warwickshire, Rutland reservoir in well, Rutland with its Ospreys and fabulous habitat creation, hides, trails and nature centre, the immense Abberton reservoir in Essex and Carsington Water in Debyshire, you will know exactly how brilliant a man-made reservoir can be.
I have visited all of the mentioned reservoirs on previous Biking Birder adventures and enjoyed, not only cycling around them but also have seen some excellent birds at them as well. The best I suppose from the point of view of rarity, was the Franklin's Gull I eventually saw after a seven hour wait at Abberton Reservoir back during Biking Birder III in 2016.
Not the best photograph ever of a Franklin's I'll be honest to say, actually it is one of the National Geographic Calendar request photographs, as I call them but it shows the bird and immediately conjures up images of a very hot, hazy day at a huge reservoir waiting to see the rarity from across The Pond.
Back at Eglwys Reservoir I solve the problem of access and find the circumnaviagting road around it. By now rain is falling heavily and the wind is getting stronger. There are a few duck on the waters and a couple of Cormorants but I fear that I may have to walk the whole perimeter to find the Pacific Diver.
Reaching the furthest south east corner there it is! It is not too far out and its small size and distinguishing features are all there, smaller, straighter bill than other divers, no white flank patch as in Black-throated and signs of a throat-neck dark line.
As I move around a bush, adjacent to the long high dam wall, a small fluttering-flighted sandpiper flies off over the water never to be seen again. Common Sandpiper or the reported rarer one, a Spotted Sandpiper I will never know.
I walk back along the shoreline in search of this bird but after an hour or so of searching with no luck, I decide to go and try and get better views of the diver. And what better views this lovely bird gives me!
Kneeling down behind some rushes and bramble, the diver comes so close. Fantastic views, I can almost kiss it.
There is no way I am going to go out this morning! Storm Eunice, hot on the heels of Storm Dudley, is going to hit where I am situated, Porthcawl. I watch the BBC news as Porthcawl is shown being hit by giant waves. I watch as news of 122 miles per hour winds hit the Isle of Wight!
In the afternoon I head off out into the gales, immediately going onto the beach as I feel if there is any debris blowing around I would be able to see it.
I have always loved the power of storms and remember so many days when I went out to Peveril Point to watch immense waves. Swanage was hit by stormy weather a number of times when I lived in the early years of this millenium.
I find shelter behind the tower on the headland to the south and then amongst the rocks nearby. The power of the gales is tremendous and the noise of the sea tumultuous.
The sky is clear though and there are fascinating feather-like tracks made by the id in the sand.
The tide at this time is very low and strange mounds of crumbly material remind me of Crinoid fossils. They are though the formations built by Honeycomb Worms, (Sabellaria alveolata).
The sculptured nature of the sedimentary rocks here remind me of the plateau in my favourite Pixar film, Up.
With faces in the rock and channels, gunnels and curves, the whole landscape and almost total lack of seaweeds and shells, has a barren, wave worn appearance.
Up has been my favourite Pixar film ever since it came out. 'Adventure is out there' is a mantra I repeat often and the characters, the relationships and the three emotional endings; the arrival of the house at Paradise falls -
- the roadside games of Carl and Russell, together with the award of the Ellie badge -
- and, most poignantly of all, the discovery of Ellie's additions to her Adventure book -
- make this emotional rollercoaster the most perfect of animated movies.
As for Ellie, well, in my opinion she didn't die but instead divorced Carl for not having taken her to Paradise Falls, as promised. I will spend the rest of my life looking for her!
Maybe I will meet Ellie and together we will grow old and sit reading whilst holding hands. Maybe.
😉😊😉😊😉😊😉😉😊😉😊
A few gulls are tucked down amongst the rocks, sheltering from the gales. Within the flock are a couple of Mediterranean Gulls.
Leaving the beach, I try to find a shop and on asking a lady out walking, I am invited for a coffee and so meet the lovely Judith Geraghty. Judith tells me she is a Blue Tit, one of the hundreds of ladies who enjoy swimming in the sea at all times of the year but maybe not today! Coffee is taken with her and her son and his two amazingly bright and confident children. Kindness of strangers, not only coffee is given but also a donation for the RSPB and Acorns Children's Hospice.
Early morning, another attempt at the Bonaparte's Gull is unsuccessful.
At least a pair of Great-crested Grebe were in the mood for love. No sign of the American gull so I head off into a fresh wind towards Porthcawl.
My day is spent pushing and cycling. The map above shows nature of the route. Unfortunately, with just five miles to go before arriving at my night's accommodation in Porthcawl, a frustrating puncture gives me an hour delay.
Having left everything at the B & B, I head off onto the expansive beach, watching as a small group of sea swimmers head off into the waves, Oddballs! Well that is what is on the men's swimming trunks. LOL
I get to a headland with a tower and go down to the sea to search for waders, with a hope that Purple Sandpipers will be near the tideline.
There is a flock of around seventy Sanderlings* on the rocks and I sit down and watch as they come closer and closer as the tide comes in. A few Turnstones are nearby and singles of Dunlin and Ringed Plover.
Fantastic to have waders so close and unconcerned by my prescence.
Back in my bedroom I look carefully at Firday's weather forecast, Storm Eunice is on it's way!