Dropped Ma B off at the station for her journey back to the UK and decided to try some sea-watching. The wind had picked up to quite a westerly blow during the day. Three hours at Yttre Kattvik, sitting in the car produced a few things but nothing exceptional. Twelve gannets drifted through and a summer-plumage black-throated diver on the sea was nice. I suspect a morning session would have produced more migrant waders and ducks.