…but enough about me. A late evening return to Church Norton meant that we didn’t have to compete with the heat haze or the crowds. The Elegant Tern played its part by showing well, if a little distantly. It went through a full range of antics: loafing on the mud, having a bath, trying it on with the local Sandwich Terns, flying around like a mad thing and stealing fish from a much-bullied Common Tern.
