Last month i left Dorset :-[ .. For the first time since my Devon trip to tog Cirl Buntings, i risked breakdown, home sickness, and constipation just for the chance of a shot of the Welsh Red Kites. In spite of these many misgivings, i was sort of looking forward to seeing these magnificent birds in their homeland. Needless to say, the trip was fraught with unfortunate incident, as is always the case when i cross borders. The first one being, when i got into the wrong lane on the Severn Bridge,,, nuff said, but the signage was very poor there, and got worse as i pushed ever deeper into the land of the dragon.
After hours of driving we arrived at the feeding station at Llanddeusant, which i feel compelled to recommend to Kite toggers, because of the ample elbow room (about a dozen people), the low entry price, and the 'stay as long as you like' greeting i received upon paying. It seemed to be run by a diversifying farmer and his partner, who marched out during the brightest period of the dark, dismal day, and chucked a bucketful of chicken portions about.
The display was spectacular, and the togging challenging in the poor light, but i managed to come away with two or three hundred shots,, some of which were reasonable. Minutes later the skies got even darker, and the rain set in,,, for the next two days. On the day i had planned to search for Choughs, the rain was horizontal, coupled with swirling fog, and gusts. The ten to fifteen minutes with the Red Kites proved to be the highlight of the trip, and on the third day i was glad to point the old bus at Dorset, and beat a hasty retreat from the Welsh hills. Skillfully avoiding the bridge on the way home, we called in at Slimbridge for a look, but my heart wasn't in it, and the sphincter was pleading with me to please cross the border into Dorset. I don't travel well.