After a short wait (enlivened by Murray finding a Little Stint dozing on the distant pool) the Pec wandered out from the reed fringes and was immediately recognizable. I'm afraid the lady from Cambridge was dead right yesterday: the legs of that bird were too long. Hard to gauge when it's been a year since you last saw the species.
Walking back to the level crossing (through which passed an authentic steam locomotive - 'Tornado', I think) Murray and I were treated to a real raptor-fest. First a Kestrel and two Peregrines, then three Buzzards and a Marsh Harrier and finally - and best of all - the recently-reported Osprey, heading south towards Rockland.