After spending the last few weekends covering every inch of the coast from Neyland to Wooltack searching for & not seeing this Gyr, I voiced my frustrations to Mike "the moth." "I`m going to sit in my garden and wait for for it to fly over St Ishmaels" he said. Brilliant! why didn`t I think of that?
Next weekend I shall arm myself with my trusty Leica bins, maybe a few bottles of Thatchers vintage cider & recline on a deckchair looking at the sky above the village. The only flaw I can see is which direction do I look?
