After what can only be deemed as a successful twitch the day prior, I was praying that I hadn't used up all my luck as today was the big one. Having ummed and arred about whether to go, I caved in and booked a £65 train ticket to Bempton Cliffs in the hope of seeing Albert - what can only be described as a bucket list bird. Having booked the ticket a week in advance, I had been keeping a keen eye out on news of the bird. Reports that it was only seen at 7:30 am the previous day and failing to return certainly had me nervous for the following day. Finally D-Day had come around and I arose at 5am to gather my things and head to Liverpool Lime Street bracing for the 4 and a half hours and 3 trains ahead. Well on the way to Bempton by now, the first reports of the morning were negative - which only served to increase my nervousness. Would all this time and money be for nothing? However, at around 10 am news came through that the bird was back at its faithful cliff by staple news viewpo...