From there we drove on towards Tingwall airstrip in plenty of time for our flight to Fair Isle. Careful packing had meant that my luggage weight was bang on maximum allowance of 15kg (basically 11kg of camera gear and 4kg of socks, jocks, t-shirts and stuff!).
|Terminal One - Tingwall International|
|North Light, Fair Isle|
|Checking nothing fell off en route|
|The smug look of a man who is just about to begin his week on Fair Isle|
By Fair Isle standards the first afternoon was uneventful. I enjoyed watching the Bonxies flying around the moorland and the Fulmars gliding along the cliff edges. Cronking Ravens overhead and flocks of Twite were something you don't see too often in Norfolk either. I birded the south of the island at first, getting to know the lie of the land and the names of the some of the places (Setter, Pund, Chalet and so on). The still present juvenile Pallid Harrier made a few passes, quartering low over the stone walls, the crofts and (of course) the sheep.
|Juvenile Pallid Harrier, Fair Isle, Shetland|
At Chalet I stopped to take some photos of the resident Twite flock as they perched on the fences and preened.
|Twite, Fair Isle, Shetland|
|Looking north towards Chalet|
|Yellow-browed Warbler, Fair Isle|