As casual as I can I set my alarm for daft o'clock and attempt to sleep, tomorrow's (or is that to days) news will sort out my day.
Daft o'clock and I'm woken by Mia our dog going ape shit at some dude banging on the front door....its Groucho,'' the birds not showing yet but surely we must be heading south just in case''.
I let the dog out, brush my teeth and dress all at the same time. This young upstart is right! the old 'A Team' have lost the plot...get moving NOW!!!!
Groucho, Malc, Gregsy and I pile into Malc's car and we're off down south with no news as yet on Dusky!
As we reach the M6 joy!! the boy is still there showing well to the birders who set off early...god bless them all.
5hours later and two stops for us oldies to have a dump and coffee we arrive at Margate Cemetery. The target is surrounded on all sides as it hides in a cemetery sycamore...cue nervous wait till I get a glimpse of the Margate mega.
The rest as they say is history as the Dusky Thrush performs to its growing throng of admirers, giving tantalizing views as it rummages around the various bits of cemetery shrubbery.