I just had a conversation with a British tourist that I can only describe as too posh for his own teeth.
We are continuing on our trend of speedrunning the seasons this year. Honestly, I am here for autumn days in June.
It's not yet summer* but it is beautiful out today
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There's a ghost ship on the northernmost horizon ā
(this won't last. It's got this monstrosity planned for tomorrow)
Kittiwakes and eiders in huge numbers, red-throated loon X1, parasitic jaeger X1, purple sandpiper X3, a dozen or so each of barnacle geese and herring gulls and the first of the arctic terns.
Thought it would be a lovely idea to cycle out about 10km to do some birding. Took a 2kg lens, a packed lunch and a rifle. In summary, please refrain from speaking to me or my quads for the foreseeable future.
*There is a specific visual marker, the melting of a particular annual snow formation, that traditionally marks the start of summer here and we are a long way from that just yet.