At the tide line, bickering oystercatchers flicker in black and white like the end of old movie reels.
Rafts of black ducks bob in the green water. The information board confirms them as Common Scoter. They’re not that common really but they get thousands and thousands here over the winter.
I keep an eye out for the splash of porpoises. A group of sea-skimming cormorants fly across the lenses of my binoculars, followed by two kleeping oystercatchers and a peeping ringed plover. A small section of beach is roped off to protect the ringed plover nests and I watch a fluffy mottled chick whizzing over the stones like a clockwork toy.
Off shore, windturbines slice through the sky like circus knife throwers.