The decision was between the motorcycle and the bicycle. The weather was decent, but it had been a few weeks since I'd ridden the motorcycle home from work. As it were, someone had other plans - the motorcycle battery was dead. I had to take the bike.
Cycling from Victoria Street towards the M32/St Pauls cycle track, I notice a photographer close to the river with a huge Canon 800mm lens, watching a building across the river. There were a couple of others with binoculars with him. I know the building he's watching, I know what's there, but I had forgotten just what time of year it was.
Peregrines fledge around early summer, so June, and one year previous, nearly to the day, I'd had a close up encounter with one of the strayed fledglings, and obviously interested in photographer, I stop to chat. He turns out to be a young guy called Bertie Gregory, who seems to be a rising star in British wildlife photography (http://www.bertiegregoryphotography.com/).
Over the course of the following two weeks, I returned to the spot with my camera too. And (finally) ventured up to the Bristol Downs to spot the falcon family that have nested in the gorge too. On the Downs, another photographer discovered one of the juveniles in a tree incredibly close the top of the gorge, making it possible to take some brilliantly close shots.