I'm writing this blog just after giggling mischievously at the metaphor-rich misfortune suffered by PM Teresa May on the podium at the end of the Tory conference. Strong and stable, my arse. True blue imperfection.
I had a better cyan experience - perfect blue, no less - at Burnham Overy Dunes late last month. I was midway through dipping - for these second time - the Pallas's Grasshopper Warbler found by friend and fellow pub-drinker Stuart White. I was stuck at a children's party or would otherwise have been with Stu at the time. (Now that would have been a decent self-find!) He alerted our pub-drinker Whatsapp group to his discovery of an interesting Locustella warbler, and messaged updates every few minutes until he nailed it. Top effort.
The day was made, however, by Keith Kerr. Keith kindly brought with him a perfect blue - a Clifdon Nonpareil aka Blue Underwing - which a friend of his had trapped in Surrey a couple of nights earlier. Only my second of this amazing moth - the first being last month in Dorset - and a complete cracker.
Yoav and I were on site for dawn Monday, but there was no sign. I was called back home due to an ill child, but Yoav returned and got brief views. I headed back on Tuesday after the school run. I eventually saw the bird when it showed around midday, flying out into the middle of the field, waiting there, then returning. A large Locustella warbler with a conspicuously dark tail. Hardly the views that we all got of the Blakeney Point bird 16 years ago! This is the best photo I got of it.