.....or more appropriately.....the gloom; Woodcock Porthclais.
It was dank, dull and gloomy when we arrived at Porthclais early this AM, but we entered the valley with high hopes when we were greeted in the car park by a handful of chiffs, crests and 30odd SongThrushes. But that was all of note until midday when, as large as life, a Woodcock did three passes between the sewerage gates and the car park. If it had grunted we may have been mislead into believing the seasons had about faced and we were looking at a spring roader. It brought a cheer to our faces in what was an otherwise a cheerless morning.
