With Cris Freddi and Tom, I battled the Friday afternoon-bank-holiday weekend traffic and got to Dungeness with a couple of hours of light left. The bird hadn’t been seen for nearly an hour and we struggled with at best, possible sightings, most of which turned out to be Skylarks. Sifting through the numerous larks and Wheatears we were all rather down at the prospect of having to to continue our search the following morning and were very relieved at dusk to have half-decent flight views of what was obviously a Crested Lark. As all of us had seen Crested Lark many times abroad, we decided that despite the poor views we’d stick to our original plan and head towards Portland. So after a further half an hour wait until it was really too dark, we drove to a Travelodge at Southampton, arriving around midnight.
