It wasn't until we got back to the beginning at the end- East Hills this afternoon
In blazing sun, we trudged out slowly to the Hills. The tide had been very high and the track was commensurately wet and slippery.
Arriving at the main sycamore glade, we rested, before searching for what appeared to be non-existent aivfauna. It is dispiriting to do the long trek out to this magical place, only to see nowt. However, we persevered, flushing nothing on the way west.
I managed a brief view of a greenish warbler (NB in lower case), which was probably a WillowChiff. The others didn't even see this. We got back all the way into the easternmost conifers, before Ian found a Pied Flycatcher . . . then another . . . and another. This last was the only one that called- very softly. I managed the poor photo (below) of the first, which repeatedly frustrated a good shot, by perching out of sight, or with most of it obscured.
That was it.
***SAFETY ADVISORY***
Do not go out here without good local knowledge, the timings of tides etc explained and, preferably, having been shown the way by someone who knows- at least once!