Birding in the Lake District

By Katie Wilkinson


For our birdwatching adventure in the Lake District, we spent two days in the Ambleside, Hawkshead and Coniston areas, and then two days in Keswick. My friend Stephanie and I completed walks which were fairly easy, and our birdwatching was at a beginner’s level. But with so much bird and other wildlife on offer, combined with breathtaking scenery and other activities, it’s a great base for a short break or longer holiday for birdwatchers of all abilities and also their families.

Tarn Hows

In and around Ambleside, we walked up to Stock Gyhll waterfalls and Skelgyll Woods, where we saw all kinds of woodland birds. Coniston Lake was also good for wading birds, but our best birding day was on a lovely, mostly level walk around Tarn Hows, a picturesque tarn just two miles from Coniston. The shore length is just shy of two miles and it’s surrounded by trees and birds such as Tree Pipit, plus the expected Mallard, Chaffinch and Jackdaw among many other lovely bird species.

Dodd Wood

This is fantastic place to see rarer wildlife and you can follow waymarked trails if your navigation skills aren’t quite up to scratch! Expect to see Sparrowhawk, Great Crested Grebe, Kestrel, Redstart, Blackcap, Barnacle Geese, Roe Deer, Red Squirrel and Ospreys.

The RSPB, in conjunction with the Forestry Commission, have set up the Lake District Osprey Project. Ospreys are currently breeding in the trees over Bassenthwaite Lake, the first pair to breed there for more 150 years. The RSPB have a viewing station set up with scopes pointing at the nests and volunteers are on hand to answer your questions. We were lucky enough to see the chicks and the mother perched in the tree. There are two Osprey viewing platforms at different heights, enabling you to see them once they have moved.

Walla Crag

This was our favourite day! We set off early on our walk, catching all the birds out in the morning. Walla Crag is beautiful. The varied scenery on our walk meant we had the most successful birdwatching day. Our route took us through forests, alongside waterfalls, around lakes and along fell tops and we saw Song Thrush, Great Tits, Jays, Carrion Crow, Magpies, Robin, Nuthatch, Blackbird, Mute Swan, Grey Wagtails and Meadow Pipit. Approaching Keswick centre, we watched Oystercatchers drinking from a stream and a couple of Pied Wagtails on the shore of Derwent Water which allowed us to approach fairly closely and take some photographs!

We spent four days birdwatching in the Lake District and thoroughly enjoyed it. We’d visited the Lakes previously to climb bigger mountains, but the walks on this occasion meant we saw a whole new side to the area and came away feeling like we had discovered so much more. We ran out of time to do everything we wanted to, so have a long list of things to do the next time we visit this lovely area.

More information:

For more ideas on places to walk and where to see birds visit the tourist information centre in Moot Hall. The staff were very helpful and maps are available for the many different walking routes offered. Parking is available in Tarn Hows, at the National Trust (postcode LA21 8AG). Follow the signpost toTarn Hows. Dodd Wood has a car park and café at CA12 4QE.

(First published in the Autumn 2016 issue of Bird Watching magazine)

Urban Birding in North London

Words: David Lindo

Pic: Piero Cruciatti/Alamy

Pic: Piero Cruciatti/Alamy

London is now a National Park City and we are celebrating the ornithological riches within the capital. North London is blessed with a multitude of sites in which to seek the pursuit of birding happiness. Several of these sites are well known, such as Hampstead Heath. More woodland than heath, this ancient 790-acre park and local nature reserve has had more than its fair share of great species.

Patronised by none other than Bill Oddie, it has recorded oddities including Little Bittern and Golden Oriole and, in the 1980s, a national rarity in the fleeting shape of a Lesser Kestrel. More usual birds here are the regular breeding warblers such as Chiffchaff and Blackcap.

The active management of the habitats around the pond has resulted in breeding Kingfisher and Reed Warbler, as well as wintering Water Rail and once, even a Bittern. Naturally, the ‘Heath’, as it is locally known, is popular with members of the public, particularly during the summer months, so choose your visiting times wisely.

Just to the east is another North London hotspot: Highgate Cemetery. It is one of the capital’s famous ‘Magnificent Seven’ cemeteries and is split in two by a road. It is a lovely wooded burial ground containing some scarce urban flora like Great Horsetail and Prickly Sedge.

Bird-wise, expect the usual array of woodland denizens, including Great Spotted and Green Woodpeckers, along with resident Tawny Owl.

On the outskirts of Central London lies the unlikely beacon that is Regent’s Park. Long frequented by birders, it, along with the adjoining Primrose Hill, marks the start of the migration flyway, which is named the North London Heights – coined in the 1950s by the likes of Eric Simms, the late sound recordist and an original urban birder.

He and his colleagues were the first to notice the hordes of Chaffinch, Meadow Pipit and other autumn passerines traversing north. Indeed, Regent’s Park really does come into its own during the migration periods, with Wheatear, Whinchat, Redstart and both ‘common’ flycatchers a given.

Other passage migrants to be expected include Tree Pipit and Ring Ouzel, with Wood Warblers occasionally making an appearance, too.

Regent’s Park covers an area of 396 acres and is fairly flat. Most of the landscape consists of pretty mundane playing fields and manicured gardens. The main areas to zone in on when in the area include the Community Wildlife Garden, the open gorse and bramble area and the boating lake, that also houses a small heronry.

The riparian vegetation has enticed breeding Reed Warblers and singing Sedge and Cetti’s Warblers, while Water Rails creep unobtrusively in winter.

Due to its central location and proximity to London Zoo, masses of people use it and it is a wonder that anything is ever found. However, if you want to talk about rarities, the birders at Regent’s Park could engage you for some time. Scarcities, such as Leach’s Petrel (found dead), Blue-winged Teal, Lesser Scaup, Montagu’s Harrier, Black-eared Wheatear and Yellow-browed Warbler have all graced the site. But perhaps the most surprising random find was the recent autumnal Cory’s Shearwater, that winged its way overhead. To date, it is one of only two UK inland records.

One place that must be on any North London birding itinerary is the Welsh Harp, otherwise known as Brent Reservoir. It is a very old reservoir, having been first constructed in the 1800s and quickly became a top spot, initially for hunting.

In those days, many species were procured for taxidermy. The most contentious of these were the two Purple Martins obtained during September 1842. The record was subsequently rejected because, at the time, this North American swallow had never before been found in the UK.

It remained a pipe dream for British birders until an immature was found on Ness, Isle of Lewis, Outer Hebrides, in September 2004. However, more legitimate rarities at The Brent have included Britain’s first ever Iberian Chiffchaff, discovered singing in 1972.

A routine visit would result in sightings of Shoveler, Great Crested Grebe, Kingfisher plus, during the summer months, typical warblers.

But always be on the lookout for something more unusual. The reservoir has 24-hour access around the grassland and lightly wooded areas that surround the reservoir itself and there are a couple of hides from which to view the watery habitat. To obtain keys, contact the Welsh Harp Conservation Group (see panel for website details).

Finally, a nearby site worth paying a speculative visit to is Barn Hill and Fryant Country Park. A contiguous area sited just north-west of Brent Reservoir, Barn Hill is a piece of woodland that, in yesteryear, harboured breeding Lesser Spotted Woodpecker. Nowadays, it is woefully underwatched and is a place that could definitely hold a few surprises.

Across the road is Fryant Country Park, an expanse of grassland surrounded by suburbia and crisscrossed with ancient hedgerow spanning back to the medieval ages. Again, this is a site that is crying out for coverage, as it’s likely that some interesting birds are to be found there.

Key bird species: Tawny Owl

Pic: Phil Aylen

Pic: Phil Aylen

Of all the species to be found in urban Britain, the Tawny Owl has the accolade of being the most unnoticed. Needless to say, few of us are ever that far from one, but owing to their nocturnal habits, most city dwellers go through their lives blissfully unaware of their existence.

Tawny Owls are found throughout Europe (although famously not in Ireland), North Africa, as well as into central Russia. Famed for its exceptional night vision, it has now been found that its sight is no better than ours. It’s the bird’s amazing hearing that is key to its hunting success. And when it comes to food, its normal quarry are small rodents but in urban areas small birds are also on the menu.

Tawny Owls belong to the genus Strix, that contains around 15 species, including the fearsome Ural Owl. In common with most members of the genus, the Tawny Owl is not to be messed around with, especially around its nest site, as the late pioneering photographer Eric Hosking found, much to his chagrin. He famously lost an eye to the claw of an attacking owl!

More info on birdwatching in North London:

London Bird Club – sightings / Welsh Harp Conservation Group

Reference guides: Collins Bird Guide – Lars Svensson, Killian Mullarney & Dan Zetterström / The Birds of London – Andrew Self (Bloomsbury)

This article was first published in the October 2018 issue of Bird Watching

Birding on Shetland

If it’s a wild weekend filled with rarities that you’re after, then you’d better head north. Far north…

I remember when I had my first sip of Guinness my father told me it was an acquired taste, and one sip later that taste was acquired. For me, Shetland is another acquired taste. This time it took me two sips, but I now think I’ve got it. On my first trip there, I was struck by bleakness and emptiness and the thought that the long, endless days of summer had to be filled and the endless nights of winter endured.

On my second trip there, though, I started to fall in love with the place – the wildness, the strangeness, the very bleakness. In a nutshell, Shetland is one great wildlife playground, and the whole place is jammed full of wildlife action to discover. It was this autumn just gone and I was a part of a group spending a long weekend searching for rarities. And if it had just been rarities we were after, it would have to rank as a success.

Against the odds racked up by high westerly winds, we found Marsh Warblers, relocated an American Golden Plover, had a few rosefinches, North-western Redpoll and identified the UK’s third Taiga Flycatcher. But, the rest of the time, when we weren’t scoring the rares, and took the trouble to look around us, there was intense action and thrills all around.

Take the sea, for instance; a quick glance at the surface revealed Shags, mergansers, Black Guillemots, Eiders and both species of seal. Plunging through the surface were diving parties of Gannets. And wherever there were Gannets with food there were Bonxies (Great Skuas) bullying them with a tug on the wing here, a tail there, until they puked up the Bonxies’ favourite: sashimi and sick.

We spent most of our time on the northernmost main island of Unst. Head north and a bit west from here and you hit Iceland and Greenland. It was the last week in September, and there were times when whenever we looked up it seemed there was a new skein of Pink-footed Geese coming in from the sea. There is something magical about knowing you are seeing birds which have just spotted land after flying hundreds of miles across the North Atlantic.

And the movement wasn’t just high up. One day we used our minibus to shelter from the wind and dedicated a bit of time to seawatching. There were thousands of Fulmars moving through and, with them, a smattering of blue-morph birds, a real thrill to pick up.

When we weren’t scouring tiny patches, laughably called ‘cover’, for rare birds, we watched dancing flocks of Snow Buntings, the odd Lapland Bunting, enjoyed watching familiar waders and pipits.

But for me the highlight (yes, even more of a thrill than that flycatcher!), was the great, close views I got of that most charismatic of all creatures, the Otter. On his home island of Fetlar, our guide and host Brydon Thomason’s passion for Otters came to the fore. He showed us secret signs and indications like some frontier scout. Here a patch of squashed grass, there a narrow pathway and here again a small pile of Otter poo that we were offered to sniff and were promised smelled sweet and lovely!

Then with a wave of the hand he signalled us to drop behind a boulder and we watched a lone female Otter working the shore and turning uphill along one of those narrow paths to bathe in freshwater.

If this wasn’t thrill enough, only a few hundred metres along the shore we saw a family of three… mother and two nine-month olds. They were incredibly efficient at catching fish, then treaded water with their heads above the surface, spinning in circles as they munched their catch, grasped between front paws.

They even came out onto some rocks and cleaned themselves, constantly playing and nibbling at each other: little aquatic monkeys, full of intelligence, play and fun.

There is a joke among bird guides that the best bird of the day is a mammal, and this was the case for me. But all over Shetland there is stiff competition, because the birdlife is abundant and superb, the rares are exciting, the common birds are thrilling – it is a challenge even for an Otter to outperfom them.

Shetland has acquired my taste and I will be back to sample more of its superbly distilled essence.


Mike travelled to Shetland courtesy of Brydon Thomason and Shetland Nature: and Saxa Vord Getting there: Daily flights from Scotland’s major cities and twice weekly flights direct from London Heathrow land at Sumburgh Airport on the southern tip of Shetland Mainland. The other major islands are reached via a network of regular ferries. Alternatively, you can take the car ferry to Lerwick, Shetland’s county town, either from Aberdeen or from the North Coast of Scotland via Orkney.

Birdwatching in the Cairngorms

Pieter and I were desperate for a holiday so, with a 10-day window in early June and aiming for a low carbon break, we settled on the Scottish Highlands. It would be my first trip to the area since 1995 and Pieter’s first ever visit.

We had heard about a new innovation: a bird watching hotel. The Grant Arms, in Grantown-on-Spey, has its own Bird Watching and Wildlife Club (BWWC). It promised to supply the local knowledge that can make all the difference to watching birds and other wildlife, without having to go on an all-inclusive wildlife tour. We prefer finding our own birds so we decided to give it a try.

BWWC has a suite of rooms in the hotel, including a well-stocked library, a lecture theatre for evening talks, and an information centre from which Kirsty Sharratt and her assistants dispense the latest information. There is a recent sightings board, and daily and monthly newsletters for guests. Before we reached the hotel we managed a late afternoon visit to the RSPB’s Loch Garten Osprey Camp, where we were treated to scope views of the female Osprey on the nest and CCTV views of three chicks. After a short wait the male flew in with a 40cm fish. We were very fortunate as the male usually only makes four or five food passes a day, with up to four hours in between. The feeders and bushes around the Visitor Centre offered good opportunities to photograph Red Squirrel and Siskin, plus other common birds such as Coal Tit and Chaffinch. Although the Osprey nest is easily viewable from the Centre, to photograph the birds you’ll need to digiscope or employ a 400mm lens.

The following day we were particularly keen to see Otter, so, armed with info from Kirsty, including tide times, we set off for North Kessock and found two Otters swimming across the mouth of the Beauly Firth under the A9 bridge. We continued on the advised route taking in the Findhorn Valley where we found a gaggle of birders waiting for Golden Eagle to appear. Through the day we had great views of ‘goodies’ like Mountain Hare, hunting Peregrine, displaying Tree Pipits, croaking Ravens, a Dipper carrying food, Ring Ouzels, stonking male Redstarts, ‘bubbling’ Red Grouse, non wing-tagged Red Kite, and breeding Slavonian Grebe. And all the while there was amazing scenery and (mostly) very few people. Saturday morning we set off for Lodge. We soon found fresh Capercaillie droppings and an obliging flock of Scottish Crossbills giving their diagnostic call (verified by a quick listen to my Collins Bird eGuide). A good bout of pishing brought in various tits including Crested. Then Pieter turned a corner and flushed a female Caper feeding on the needles of a young Scots Pine.

We headed back to Loch Garten, to see the male Osprey return twice with fish and a pair of Redstarts performing in front of the hide. Loch Garten, in the last few years, has been the place to see lekking Capercaillie in April and part of May. We’d been told by BWWC that a male Caper had been seen from the visitor centre recently, so I continually scanned the area, while waiting for the male Osprey to put in another appearance. I was rewarded when a male Caper poked its head above the heather, showing off its massive pale yellow bill and red eye wattle. A Goldeneye with chicks creating ripples on the loch in the late afternoon light made for a wonderful scene. All brilliant stuff.

Over the next few days, following advice from Kirsty, fellow guests, and prompted by Gordon Hamlett’s guide, Best Birdwatching Sites in the Scottish Highlands, we got to grips with most of the specialities including Parrot Crossbills at Loch Garten (wow – what a conk!), Black Grouse at Tulloch Moor, breeding Golden Plover and Black and Red-throated Divers at Lochindorb and, oh yes, Golden Eagle on the way back down the A9. You don’t even have to drive from the hotel to see iconic Scottish wildlife. Anagach Woods is a short walk away and is home to Red Squirrels, Crested Tit and Capercaillie. We didn’t have time for Ptarmigan and White-tailed Eagle, which are a long drive away, but it’s always good to leave something for next time.

Next time wasn’t long in coming. We were so enthralled with the Highlands we decided to spend a proper white Christmas at the Grant Arms. Little did we know it was going to be one of the harshest winters in living memory. We set off from Norfolk on 23 December, our vehicle ‘expedition ready’ with flasks of hot coffee, food, plenty of de-icer, blankets and a shovel. We encountered heavy blizzards around York, spent the night at Scotch Corner and arrived at Speyside before dark the next day, past very heavy snow drifts but on clear roads. Scotland is certainly better equipped for snow than southern England! We did wonder what kind of birding we would have with all the snow. Christmas Day dawned crisp and sunny and after clearing 20cm of snow off our vehicle we set off for Loch Garten. On route we came across flocks of Redwings, Fieldfares and Blackbirds feasting on frozen Hawthorn berries. Loch Garten’s visitor centre is closed in winter but the feeders are kept full. We were the first visitors and the paths were covered in fresh snow that was calf deep! The feeders were very busy with Coal Tits, Chaffinches, Robins and Red Squirrel. A trip to Burghead Bay gave us Long-tailed Duck, Common and Velvet Scoters, which were present in spectacular numbers. Off Burghead itself we found the regular King Eider with a small flock of Common Eider and a flock of confiding Purple Sandpipers.

On our last day we headed back towards Cairngorm, but in a futile attempt to see Black Grouse that had been reported feeding in Larch trees on a little used side road, we got stuck in a snow drift. It took the help of a nearby crofter to get ourselves out. The days were very short and driving conditions treacherous but the Scottish Highlands in winter are a magical place. Birding was difficult but seeing them in these conditions is exhilarating. We enjoyed ourselves so much we’re going back to the Grant Arms this Christmas!


Birding on Bass Rock

Clearview  / Alamy Stock Photo

Clearview / Alamy Stock Photo

The Bass Rock, in the Firth of Forth, east of Edinburgh, is the largest single island Gannet colony in the world and has been described by Sir David Attenborough as one of Earth’s 12 wildlife wonders. There are over 150,000 Gannets on the Rock. In fact the scientific name for the Northern Gannet, Sula bassana or Morus bassanus, derives from the Bass Rock. Most people, when seeing it for the first time, are amazed at the colour of the Rock, and assume that the white is guano. However, it is simply the vast numbers of Gannets covering every surface. In the winter, when the birds have left for the warmer climes of the West African coast, the Rock becomes brown again.

In fact, the Bass Rock was once green, with sheep grazing on it. It is only comparatively recently that an explosion in the Gannet population has resulted in the birds taking over and the sheer numbers eroding any soil that was once there. The birds were traditionally known as Solan Goose and as with other gannetries, such as St Kilda, the number of birds was kept down as they were harvested for their eggs and the flesh of the young chicks, both of which were considered delicacies.

A retreat for early Christian hermits, including St Baldred in 600AD, the Bass Rock was later the fortified home of the Lauder family and, in Cromwell’s time, a notorious gaol for political and religious prisoners. In 1902 a lighthouse was built, which has been unmanned since 1988.

The lower ledges of the Bass are home to Shags, Razorbills and Guillemots, while Puffins nest in the ruins of the castle and prison below. The trip over to the Rock from the harbour at Dunbar can give you Cormorants, a selection of gulls and numerous seaducks such as Eider. During the trip the boatman will pause to throw in ‘chum’ and give you great views of the birds diving into and under the water.

Maggie Sheddan has worked on the Bass Rock for six years as the Scottish Seabird Centre’s guide, taking people out and helping them experience the uniqueness of the place.

“It is a real privilege to be able to do this job,” she says. “Not only do you see famous people such the Princess Royal and Sir David Attenborough, but you meet some lovely members of the public, too. I get a buzz out of making people’s days out here memorable.”

Visitors to the Rock can include some of the top scientists and experts in the world who seek Maggie’s advice on the birds’ behaviour. Not only that, but she offers sound advice for good visitor behaviour, too.

“Stop for a while and put your camera down,” she says. “You will see far more if you just stand still and watch. After all, you’re here for three hours.” There is certainly a joy in just sitting there with the birds wheeling and banking above your head as they return from the sea with food for their chicks. As you watch you begin to understand the tempo of life on the Rock.

“You do see life in the raw here,” says Maggie. “Red in tooth and claw, with predation, injury, and chicks being deserted. I never take it for granted. Being out here, looking at incredible views of the coast, I am often overwhelmed by the nature of my job.”

On my visit, Maggie’s dedication to her work had her crawling down a steep slide to rescue an emaciated, abandoned chick balanced on the edge of the deep muddy bog halfway up the south side of the Rock. It was taken down to the lighthouse and would be sent to North Berwick for recuperation before being released back into the wild. “This does show that the most difficult thing in this job is keeping clean,” says Maggie. It’s not surprising when she can find herself wading through dense undergrowth to rescue chicks that have jumped from the cliffs above to get to the sea and have missed. I even noticed her cutting back huge swathes of plants to rescue a pair of expensive sunglasses dropped by a visitor.

The pathway from the landing stage is flat at the bottom but becomes quite steep as you travel up to the top near St Baldred’s chapel. That’s no bad thing, as it’s steep enough to force you to stop every now and then to admire the view and the birds. You get very close to the Gannets, at times you have to shoo them off the path, and at the top the birds are very tightly packed together so you get excellent views of their behaviour and the chicks in the various plumage stages of their development.

Nesting space on the Rock is at a premium and many birds now build no more than a few feet above the tide line. Their nests are so strong through, being cemented together with excreta and spittle, they very rarely succumb to any waves that do wash over them. One thing the visitor must be prepared for is that lovely ‘eau de seabird colony’ fragrance that lingers here all year round, as well as the wonderful, incessant ‘cack, cack, cack’ noise.

Gannets are incredibly strong birds which, as youngsters, they need to be. When they reach a certain age the adults simply desert them and they are forced to make their way down to the sea in order to feed. Unfortunately this involves two hazardous factors – having to jump off very tall cliffs onto rocks while not being able to fly properly.

As a result, if you are there at the right time of the season, you are treated to a sound of frantic flapping, whooshing past your ear, closely followed by a loud thump as they land. The buildings of the Bass are topped by a selection of ramps and diving boards put there by Maggie to aid the chicks to get down to the shore. There is always a feeling of anxiety watching the young birds preparing to take the plunge to the rocks 150 feet below. Often they only jump when the pressure from those behind forces them to do so.

The other wonder of the Bass Rock is looking up at a sky that is black with birds. One of the greatest moments of my life was in a Zodiac circumnavigating the Rock and hugging its walls, with the birds flying around and above us, silhouetted against the evening sky like thousands of midges. It is an awe-inspiring experience. Although, if you take my advice, gleaned from a harsh lesson, keep your mouth closed when you look up!


There are no facilities on the Rock so it’s a good idea to take your own food and drink. There is a safe area where you can leave kit but there are no toilets. Sturdy walking boots are recommended as well as warm, waterproof clothing even when it’s fine, as the weather can change suddenly. There can be spray on the boat journey so waterproofs and covering for cameras and optical equipment are advised. The Scottish Seabird Centre also runs trips in high-powered boats around the Rock from North Berwick, in partnership with Sea.fari Adventures. These trips get you up close to the Rock, which you can’t do in regular boats. From April until the end of September tickets to land on the Rock may be purchased at the harbour on the day, but it is advisable to book in advance by phoning 01620 890202 as places are limited to just 11 per trip. Tickets cost £98 per person for a five and a half hour trip. If the weather does not permit a landing on the Rock, there is a 50% refund. There is very limited parking at the harbour but there are spaces at the leisure centre above the harbour, no more than 200 yards away. It’s also a good idea to visit the Scottish Seabird Centre at North Berwick which has solar powered cameras located on the Rock to beam back live close up images of the seabirds to large screens. The images are sharp enough to read the ID rings on birds’ feet.

Birding in Argyll, Scotland

If you want to see seabirds, the best way is get out among them – and there aren’t many better ways of doing that than by spending a relaxing few days on a boat-based birdwatching break

There’s no question that Scotland offers some of Britain’s best birding, but the very wildness that makes it so attractive to nature can also deter some birdwatchers.

There are the distances involved, the relative isolation once you get away from the big cities, the unpredictable weather, and of course the dreaded midges in summer. The Cairngorms, the Hebrides and the west coast offer huge birding riches, but exactly how do you get at them?

Until well into the 20th Century, the west of Scotland was very much a maritime world, and even now there’s probably no better way to test the waters than by actually taking to the waters. The Majestic Line’s cruises allow you to do so in luxury.

Boarding the Glen Tarsan at Hunter’s Quay, on Holy Loch (with Eiders bobbing on the waves everywhere around you), you follow a relaxed itinerary that’s shaped to suit the time of year and the weather.

We travelled in mid-April, sailing down the Firth of Clyde, then past Rothesay into the Kyles of Bute, finally dropping anchor for the night in Loch Riddon. We used the last of the light to watch gulls gathering to roost, with the odd Cormorant or Oystercatcher along the shore. The boat effectively acts as a highly efficient mobile hide, being just far enough from the shore not to disturb the birds, but still close enough to see them well.

Where it scores heavily over the sort of hide we birdwatchers are used to, however, is in having top quality cuisine to hand! The food was superb throughout the trip, with a focus on local produce including salmon, haddock, scallops and venison, but all tastes can be catered for, and tea, coffee, fruit and snacks are available all day. Wine is included with meals, and a bar means that you can always sample one or two of the single malts if you feel the need to keep out the cold. The next day, we sailed on, crossing Kilbrannan Sound in bright sunshine. It made for perfect conditions for a bit of seawatching, so I got myself comfortable on a lounger, with binoculars and scope to hand, and started scanning.

Gannets occasionally flashed past, although their nearest nesting site is at Ailsa Craig, well to the south. There were plenty of gulls, too, the first few Common and Arctic Terns, and occasional Razorbills and Guillemots, plus Fulmars whenever we got close in to the cliffs.

The highlights, though, for me, were the Black Guillemots, known locally as ‘dookers’ (I think because of their habit of ducking beneath the waves). They’re smart, attractive little birds, and there are few better places in the UK to see them. Certainly I’ve never seen so many, and showing well.

We reached the Isle of Arran, and went ashore at its main town and harbour of Brodick. We’d been warned to keep an eye on the skies for Golden Eagles, but although we had no luck there, there was plenty to keep us occupied.

Walking along the beach, small flocks of Ringed Plovers gathered, occasionally rising into the air and flashing around the bay, while the adjacent golf course offered great opportunities to see Oystercatchers at very close quarters, with the birds roaming the fairways and greens seemingly oblivious of incoming drives or shouts of ‘fore!’

Brodick also has Arran’s main ferry port, so it is possible to reach it quickly from Ardrossan, on the coast of the mainland.

Later we moved on to Lamlash, in the next bay, protected by the great bulk of Holy Isle, and with Arran’s own mountains (the moors can contain Hen Harriers in spring and summer) still looming large in the background.

After riding at anchor overnight, we went ashore on a glorious spring morning, and I was able to see a familiar fieldguide claim confirmed. Throughout the trip, we’d seen both Hooded and Carrion Crows, but here we twice saw one species paired with the other. No sign of any of the hybrid offspring that are possible, but doubtless they were around later in the year.

Evening arrived and we put ashore again in Lochranza, on the island’s north-western tip. It’s a picturesque village huddled around a calm bay, with mountains looming dramatically behind its small castle, built on a spit jutting out into the water.

It made a good vantage point to watch the wildlife – Grey Seals lounging on the shores, Red Deer everywhere from the highest mountain to the paddocks bordering the road, and a scattering of waders on the exposed mud. The ubiquitous Oystercatchers were there, of course, but so too were Redshanks, Curlews and Whimbrels, the latter passing through on migration and providing a great opportunity to compare and contrast them with their larger relatives. Out at the mouth of the bay, a Red-throated Diver appeared and disappeared again and again. Walk up the hill out of the village, and you’ll find the Isle of Arran distillery. It’s also the best place to watch for Golden Eagles.

In summer, you can also reach Lochranza from Claonaig, on the mainland’s Kintyre peninsula, but part of its appeal is that it feels satisfyingly remote. We enjoyed another glorious meal, more banter over the single malts, and were lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of the boat as it rode at anchor.

It’s worth stressing again that the exact route taken by the boat can change at any time, to suit the weather and seas, but that’s part of this trip’s appeal. You sit back and let the superbly efficient and very friendly crew do the difficult part, and enjoy the wildlife, the scenery, the food and the sensation of stepping outside the rat-race.

If it’s hectic rarity-chasing you’re after, then you really need to look elsewhere – but if you’re looking for a genuine holiday, with some fine birding thrown in, then it’s hard to beat.


Don’t believe everything people tell you about the Scottish weather, because in three hours of seawatching from the boat’s top deck, I managed to catch the sun far more than I had done in 10 days in the tropics earlier in the year.   Getting there:   The Majestic Line runs a range of three and six-night cruises, and even offers whole-boat hire. For full details, or to book, go to:     Useful websites

Don’t believe everything people tell you about the Scottish weather, because in three hours of seawatching from the boat’s top deck, I managed to catch the sun far more than I had done in 10 days in the tropics earlier in the year. Getting there: The Majestic Line runs a range of three and six-night cruises, and even offers whole-boat hire. For full details, or to book, go to: Useful websites