Desert Wheatear was a star, showing down to zero feet! (dodging between wellies and tripod legs). No one had any mealworms, and I didn't think it would fancy my sausage rolls. However, it seemed ok finding food on its own, munching on a worm that it dug out of the ground and a spider from the fence.
Continued to roost well into the dark hours, so will be there tomorrow morning I'd imagine. After searching east of the bank for a bit I flushed the 3 Shorelarks, which flew back to the east bank footpath, where they fed for around 30 minutes. I sat quietly at the end of the path and they proceeded to creep closer and closer, up to about 10 feet! Pretty magic in the late evening sunshine. Eventually had to head back to the car though, which sadly meant I'd have to scare them off. They took some persuading though! A Merlin over the reeds on the way back, along with a Barn Owl hunting by Snipes Marsh and a Cettis giving a burst of song by the car capped off a nice evening.
