The scope was duly collected on Friday, and today the eyepiece turned up while I was at work. Unfortunately it'll probably be Sunday before I get a chance to take it out, but it'll be worth the wait. Rainham here I come.
I spent lunchtime today failing to see a Kestrel, but I did see a female blackbird eating a worm. Despite my hopes that the Tower Kestrel may nest where I'll get to see it this spring, I'd be surprised if it stuck around. What exactly is there to hunt in Central London? The rats are all underground, and while tourists are plentiful they are far too big.
Still, a man can dream.