Managed to grab the last hour of light at the stone barges this afternoon, having put in a few hours recently hoping for my first white-winger of the year.
With Jack in tow we headed in the drizzle east past the stone barges, and amongst the loafing gulls on the river I caught sight of a good candidate within the melee. Having to prize my bins off the little fella who was looking for non-existing aeroplanes in the gloom, the bird played ball and past by not too distantly allowing me to grab a few record shots.
comments welcome on age if disagree.
The bird was seen again just before dusk on the gantry, by the stone barges before flying east down river.