I perhaps put on too many layers for my trip to Scotland and after three hours of traipsing up and down the banks of the Don I was sweating like a fat lad at a disco. Three miles up-river and almost back again with no sign of the Harlequin, I was starting to look on the phone for a place to stay. Almost back to Seaton Park I saw a bird drop from a log into the rapids. The Harlequin, get in! Excellent views were had. Not as close as some have had it, but I was more than happy after being so close to the dip.
During my three hours of patrol along the river bank I had cracking views of an otter as it swam past me and 5 singing Dipper.