No F in Larid!

It's been years in the making but, after much encouragement, some serious nagging and the occasional threat, it's finally here. I take great pleasure in directing you to Martin Elliott's new blog There's no F in Larid (you wouldn't believe some of the titles we considered while finishing off a bottle of single malt recently).

If you know Martin, you'll know what to expect. If you don't, he finds good birds, he often takes good photos (and when that's not possible he takes useful ones), he's a fine artist and he also tells it like it is. So for the latest Larid news from West Cornwall, for the dirty truth about gulls and gull ID, plus the occasional intemperate rant, go visit, leave a comment and let's make sure he keeps posting.

Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than
Some fool lying on some third world beach
In spandex psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope,
Pretendin' he gettin' consciousness expansion,
I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local estuary an' I 'scope some Larid.

(with apologies to Spragg, Marsh, Edwards & Black)