What was I doing here? The tide was miles out and it was three o'clock in the afternoon -- a sure recipe for no birds. And so it had proved. One Grey Heron, a Curlew and a flock of Linnets had provided the highlights on my walk from the town to the golf course.
I sat down on the most comfortable boulder I could find overlooking an expanse of mud and rocks. Out of habit I scanned the scene in front of me and located a small group of Teal. I had not expected them at this time of the year.
I kept looking through the binoculars and suddenly a large white shape filled the view. How could I have missed that? A Little Egret as clear as you could want. I watched for a while as it hunted, waggling its feet in the water and darting occasionally with its bill. I had only seen egrets along the south coast before, so this definitely counted as a good sighting.
Maybe Clevedon isn't so bad after all.