It was a desperate gamble, but I went down to Coffin Mk IX this afternoon in the hope that maybe the tide would push the Malaysian and Kentish Plovers off the sandbar and up onto the foreshore in front of me.
Two and a half hours lying prone in the midday sun on the mud - I must be certifiable! Needless to say the plovers didn't come, so all I got for my troubles was a couple of distant shots of a nervy Little Ringed Plover amongst multi-coloured plastic bags!
It's kind of sad, when you think about it, that birds choose to come and feed in a place like this. It must mean that there's nowhere better for them to go.