Having hoped that the Pratincole would hang around until the weekend so I could have another go, I got the 7.15 train to Sheringham and arrived at the Eye Field at around 8.45. By this time, the bird was wandering its way up to Yorkshire. Bother. The Avocets were chasing any other birds of the scrapes, and there were hardly any waders at all. A distant Short-eared Owl and the head of a Spoonbill were all that was to be seen from a wait around, so I had a quick seawatch, picking up Arctic, Sandwich and Little Terns. Annoyed, I went back home to recharge my batteries for Sundays bird race.