Decided very early on in the year to go on the Scillonian paleagic in the vain hope of Wilsons Petrel. That didnt quite happen when it came down to it and it ended up a disaster. The sea was rough as fuck, people were puking all over the place, some twat fell over straight on his face so we had to divert to st.marys so he could go to hospital, and so putting all the plans in the air. When a Wilsons Petrel was spotted it was for a milisecond and so resulted in 2.4 people seeing it. Top class views of Great Shearwater was the only consolation. Glad to be home tbh and just had burger & chips for tea, ah well roll on thurs so i can see if there are any 2bar xbills left.
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