Arriving at Bream Cove, I crossed the brook and was just contemplating its resemblance to the valley at Porthgwarra which in turn reminded me of the 4 Bee-eaters that were there yesterday. This triggered me to fantasise about the possibility of Bee-eaters here but yet again I assumed I was expecting too much. Gravitating my mind back to reality, I scrambled around the back of some bushes for a piss which is when I heard a couple purring trills. These did tug at my conscience enough to contemplate Bee-eater but even so it wasn't convincing enough so it was only when I had swung my rucksack back over my shoulder that I decided to glance upwards in search of the sound to be greeted with the spectacularly stunning sight of 2 BEE-EATERS!!! Panic shortly ensued knowing this was a dead-spot for any internet signal (as I found out earlier in the year when I encountered the King Eider after several days of absence and tried to get the news out). Thankfully I managed to get the news through to John St Ledger, Dan and Simon but after having lingered for a minute or two in the top of a tall oak tree both birds took flight, circled up a little and then flew SW.
one of the two Bee-eaters at Bream Cove
The valley at Nansidwell Farm leading into Bream Cove