Cornish calamity

What was so frustrating was that this had the potential to be the trip of a lifetime but was actually one that was spoilt by rubbish sea conditions (flat calm) and two 'mega' dips. Four (expensive) boat trips from St Mary's produced very little (and notably, no Wilson's Petrel) and the Fea's Petrel seen by others was a bird I only managed to glimpse for a split second - even then I wasn't 100% certain. (Fortunately, I've seen Fea's before.) Worse still, I got back to the mainland in time to catch up with the super-mega Brown Booby but despite searching for it for the sum total of 9 hours over three days, I failed to connect with it, and on one awful morning arrived to see fellow twitchers punching the air and high-fiving each other... I'd missed it by 10 minutes! So, these thoughts dominated as I drove the 12 hours back home. (And the damned bird showed well, apparently, in the following few days - after I'd left Cornwall.) And if it weren't for the dips, I might have enjoyed myself far more. There was, after all, some good stuff around that I did see: Western Bonelli's Warbler, Red-backed Shrike, a cracking Pomarine Skua, Sooty Shearwater, White Stork (part of a release programme), Minke Whale, Blue Shark and some very confiding Green Sandpipers and Pied Flycatchers - and I got good shots of all of them. Looking through the shots below acts as therapy that goes some way to alleviating the pain inflicted by the invisible megas. I am, however, still reeling from the blow...