As my morning patrol began there was a view to be seen, all be it not very distant but as I continued the hills, then fields then bushes became shrouded in thick grey fog.
Toward the sea where the large oil platform could just be seen looming out of the murk, in front of it a flock of Herring Gulls was gliding.
Around the headland and there were auks galore, the water scattered with Guillemots and amongst them 12 Razorbills looking extremely smart in the new jet black and white breeding plumage. On the main ledge at least another 150 Guillemots were jammed together, virtually all of them again in their breeding plumage.
As I admired these 5 Fulmars were putting on a display, zooming around near the tops of the cliffs, while closer to the water a Shag flapped slowly eastwards.
Emerging from the west were 4 glorious gleaming white Gannets, the angular wing shape showing superbly above the grey water, the black tips to the wings very obvious as was their huge size. As they flew they changed their order.
Up at Tilly Whim a sudden flash of red drew my attention to a Black Redstart hopping amongst the rocks, the red tail flashing and the charcoal black wings with white shapes make it an unmistakable bird.
Towards the gully area the sound of a Chaffinch singing part of its song, of Blue Tits churring and Great Tits pinging. Elsewhere Goldcrests were calling a Rock Pipit piped up as it took flight.
A super sight of a Chiffchaff skulking through the lower prickly branches of Blackthorn, where a Wren was also perched.
A Sparrowhawk emerged from the branches of an Oak Tree and glided having flapped twice, quartering the hedgeline probably in the hope of catching out an unsuspecting small bird.