Goodwick

Bumped into Cliff, at the Goodwick end of the Parrog, tending to his octopus with a repast of crab and prawn. After John and I had duly admired the creature, and with those eyes, they look most intelligent, Cliff offered to run us up to the outer breakwater.
While there, we counted 6 Ringed plover and 4 Dunlin, and more interestingly--- both homed in on a familiar but out of place, mournful, double-noted call---- A lonely Great Northern Diver, in summer spots. As Cliff said----Golden Pond.