Mostly crappy light, a lot of wind, dodgy attire and a shit load of seagulls. Big ones and small ones. I admit to papping a few of them between camo-induced laughing fits. The pattern is called "Woodland Shingle". Can you see him? I can't.
Here are some of my better attempts. It's so hard, and my hit rate continues to be pitifully low, though when I do connect properly it does kind of work. The gulls didn't really play ball, and rather than a lot of nice banking and so on, they mostly flew straight past, sniggering quietly to themselves when they saw Mick. Still, makes a nice change from sitting at my desk or lying in bed with the runs. Well, at least from the former. Kittiwakes are not birds I see often, and they're in their element in the wind and the spray. First winters are absolutely lovely (for a Gull), and it was a bit of a treat to have so many birds close in.