And so, fatality confirmed, we beat a retreat before the tide trapped us behind the rock guarding the quay. It's a tricky wee lump and I'm glad that I now have a bead on it. I've just been (very) lucky in the past!
A list (from poor memory) of the days birdies includes:
Black Backed Gull
Storm Petrel (heard, not seen)
Peregrine (heard, not seen)
Swift (in the lighthouse)
Guillemot (ordinary flavour)
And so a good day was had by all (except the Sika) and we returned without drama to our homeports on the Swilly. I think the next time I go out there, it will be for a spot of wild camping. All needs to be said now is:
Thanks Mr. Ranger Sir!