Aka my phobia about the whereabouts of birding blokes with binoculars is from a trip to Snettisham in W Norfolk to see the waders flocking. A mile and a half walk to the beach/shingle bank, freezing cold, no loos, no bushes over a yard high and bods with binocs looking in all directions. In desperation I went behind a scrappy bush which, of course, as I stood up and turned around became the front of a bush from the other direction. And there was this bloke .......! 