On 19th October 1997 Ian Hunt found a Siberian Rubythroat (Roodkeelnachtegaal) in Dorset. I chose that morning to drive north, by the time I reached Nottinghamshire and the news broke I was too faw away to get back that day (which wasn't helped by my car suddenly giving up on me!) I carried on to Yorkshire, saw Stan and then met up with Garry, travelling south through the night to pick up Mark Thomas and Rich Bayldon (i think). We arrived in the dark in Dorset, and the rest is history...the bird was never seen again and has caused endless debate to this day.
Roll on 12 years to the day. Its windy this morning, good news the plover is still present. So I take the 1145 boat off Vlieland. I miss the first bus from Harlingen and have to wait 45 minutes for the next one. While I wait a couple of Buzzards fly over head and then a Red Kite (Rode wouw), I drop my rucksack, smashing my tripod against the bus shelter casuing the blind man stood next to me to gasp. I then reel of 20 photos of the kite, and explain in my best Ducth what i'm doing! I nearly miss the next bus as im busy putting my camera away!
On the bus and then a quick change to my next bus. Im now heading over the Afsluitdijk, adult Little Gull (Dwergmeeuw) alongside the bus, turning out to be a nice day, my buses are all on time. I change in Den Oever and head towards Den Helder. My target is the 1600 ferry to Texel, my bus arrives at 1546 and it is apparently a 19 minute walk to the terminal so I keep my eyes open for a taxi (catching the 1600 ferry rather than the 1630 means only 30 mins extra but in birding that can sometimes count). Im just about to start running to the ferry when I see a bus labelled 'TESO' the Texel ferry company bus, I ask someone if its going now, 'yes it should leave any minute'. Great, I wait....and wait, it's now 1651, I can't wait any longer (im later told the bus left later than the ferry!) I decide to run, looking all the time for a taxi, nothing and I miss the boat. Still not to worry, im going to catch the next boat easily. I buy my ticket €3 return, bargain and we dock at 1650. It takes me a few minutes to run to the bike hire place, and they won't hire me a bike!! Because they close at 1800, I offer to let them keep the deposit and then contemplate buying a bike off them (im desperate by now). I look around, mutter some of my best English, look around for taxis, buses, anything. Maybe some old lady will feel sorry for me...Nothing so I run back to the bike hire place, see a taxi number and 10 minutes later im on site (it would have been a 15 min walk but the light was against me and I really thought I would be there sooner).
I approach the group of 10 birders, all avidly staring in one direction...this is it...Caspian Plover about to fall...'oh we're watching the American Golden Plover (Amerikaanse goudplevier)...the Caspian flew off 30 minutes ago'...NOOOOOOO! Ok well thats ok, it may come back and no-one is looking, it's blowing a gale, the AGP comes so close I take a photo of it and then continue my looking. How hard can it be, there's only a few thousand Golden Plovers around, it gets darker, Im shown a Peregrine (which is a Merlin - Smelleken) and now im getting frustrated because no-one is looking...aarrggghhhh!
I decline a lift back to the ferry, deciding that being a martyr and refinding the bird will make it all worthwhile. The last person leaves...and then all the Golden Plovers also leave, leaving one very empty field and me the most gutted I have been in birding for 12 years left to walk back to the ferry.
I decided that at €3 return I will stay in Den Helder the night, catch the morning ferry and all will be fine. The first hotel is full, the second closed so I head home to Arnhem. If its relocated in the morning it will be a 6-7 hour round trip but it will be worth it....but it wasn't relocated...yet!
Photos below of American Golden Plover, poorly named hotel, James taking all the physios advice about not carrying too much luggage and the Red Kite.