At last a summer migrant has finally arrived on Wanstead Flats - it's just a shame that I didn't get to see it!
Fresh from his travels in Morocco, where judging by his recent set of images Mr Lethbridge had been dining on numerous types of Wheatear for breakfast, lunch and dinner he only goes and pulls out a somewhat overdue Northern Wheatear from under his hat - actually given today's weather conditions it's still probably under his hat!
Despite searching most of the Flats in an all-enveloping Arctic snow blizzard I couldn't find it - c'est la vie, there will be others - but your first bird of the spring (spring! - now there's a joke) is always a little bit special but with a pre-marathon twenty mile run planned in the morning, there's no chance of me returning tomorrow to look for it - my wait continues...
The only minor consolation was a Great Crested Grebe on Alexandra lake, not exactly the most uncommon of birds but a bit of a rarity for the Flats.