On Sunday morning I was back down at the lighthouse for another session.  Whilst it had been very windy and rainy overnight, by morning it was  calm and sunny, much more so than the previous day. I settled down in  the same spot as yesterday and started watching. It was immediately  obvious that things were slower than yesterday with a manxie rate of  just over 60 per hour. Once again there were the usual gannets and  fulmars as well as the shags that often rest on the rocks themselves. A  few kittiwakes flew through and there were a few auks zipping about. A  couple of rock pipits were having a squabble around the lighthouse walls  and an inquisitive rabbit came quite close until I moved suddenly.  About an hour into the session I picked up something much smaller  fluttering along near a manxie. In size and with its white rump it  looked like a house martin though the rest of its body was black. It had  a very fluttery flight and would settle on the water for a moment  before flying up again. I soon lost it amongst the waves but there was  no doubting what it was: a storm-petrel. A little while later I  had an auk zoom through the scope's field of view which was different  enough for me to chase it in the scope: it was smaller than then  razorbills and guillemots, seemed to fly faster and I managed to catch a  flash of red-orange colour on the bill: puffin! To round of the session  I also managed to pick up the huge dorsal fin, smaller tail fin and  rounded snout of a basking shark. I tried to video it but it was moving  around a lot in the waves and it disappeared before I was able to record  it. So all in all, despite the slower activity a most productive  morning's session


A meadow pipit and a linnet on the stone wall near the lighthouse,
both taken with my P&S camera.
Later that day I did have time to wander around the various coastal  footpaths near the lighthouse. Whilst the really famous Penwith vallies  are further south (Cot, Nanjizal etc.) it turned out that there was a  very small valley near Pendeen with a little stream flowing down to the  sea near what's called Boscaswell Cliff. The terrain was a wonderfully  overgrown mix of gorse, ferns and heather. It was full of birds as well  with a very entertaining family of stonechats present: the youngsters  would buzz around all over the place calling loudly whilst the parents  tried to keep them in order. There were also linnets, meadow pipits,  wrens, dunnocks, blackbirds, sedge warblers and whitethroats to be found  in this area. I started to wonder idly whether some exotic vagrant  might turn up in this little valley this autumn. Probably wishful  thinking but you never know.

The valley looking seaward by Boscaswell Cliff.

One of the juvenile stonechats taken with my P&S camera

Digiscoped whitethroat...

...and digiscoped sedge warbler
All too soon it was time to head back home and it will be far too long before I am able to return to this wonderful area. I'm looking forward to it already.