No stone unturned.

I haven't been to Porthcawl for a few weeks, so as J wanted to go to the model shop, he dropped me off   near the harbour. The light wasn't very good, so although I took a few photos, I knew they weren't going to be that good. J phoned to say he was ready, so I bought some sandwiches and coffees in Greggs, and we drove up to Locks Common. I got out of the car to put our rubbish in the bin, and saw a few small birds darting about on the rocks. I rushed back to the car to get my camera, and managed to take a few shots of what I now know to be a  juvenile Turnstone's, which is where I got the idea for my title.