Friday and day 2 on Lundy island

Up before everyone visible and an early breakfast to allow me to see the pre sunrise and any nature that hadn’t been disturbed by visitors. First sighting was a peregrine falcon which performed some acrobatic manoeuvres and accelerated into a dive down towards the landing bay. The pre-sunrise reflected across the water and created some memorable scenes as the south west of the island became bathed in golden sunlight. Lunch on the hop whilst dodging a few showers allowed me to cover most of the south side of the island. The little yellow aeronautical plane that I have put in the extras was apparently left here after getting into trouble in August.
I made my way to the old lighthouse where I climbed up to the top with a gale force 7 blowing and hurtling rain at the stunning creation. Making a few phone calls from the top of the lighthouse made for interesting conversation as to what the noise was and where I was calling from:))
The phenomenal winds continued as I traversed the north shore at cliff level just about surviving the forceful gusts as ravens played naturally as if not a breath of wind was blowing.
I made my way around the perimeter of the south west cliff top collecting a couple of mushrooms that had been kicked over and made a hasty retreat from a cloud burst for a warm beverage in the Marisco Tavern, some interesting conversation was made with two volunteers from a working group about how to get involved with helping with the upkeep of the islands habitat and the public access to the islands resources.
They were late middle aged and were extremely fatigued by their efforts but pleasantly satisfied.
Back to my home just above ground level for a delicious self prepared Mediterranean couscous, smoked streaky bacon, wild mushroom, tender stem broccoli and sweetcorn supper. I may have stirred in a couple of dollops of extra thick double cream and some garlic oil:)
At eight o’clock every day in the back room of the tavern those keen on nature statistics gather to listen or engage in their daily observations of species and numbers of the species seen. In my July trip there were three of us, this evening there were 27! Birders and twitchers were in profusion and seemed to be more than interested in statistics and the unusual migratory birds that had either never been seen here before or only rarely! A rare breed of humans but all keen and friendly characters if somewhat more intense than most of the general visitors to the island.
A hasty retreat to my tent just before a quite phenomenal downpour occurred which prevented me hearing the persistent sound of the generator from the adjacent building.
Zzzzzzs were soon in action.