You are impressive. Not only are you the wild woman of the far north, which sounds exciting enough for a feature film, but you are also a consummate diplomat. Well, I'm glad that I went out too, especially because luck was on my side: with dodging the ineluctable drizzle while afoot, finding those precious critters without needing to negotiate a gauntlet of birders, getting some much-needed exercise, even when it meant navigating the occasional spoor of treacherous mud, not having my battery die on me*, relishing the diffused overcast light that favoured my contrast averse economy sensor, and by the sheer satisfaction of familiarizing myself with a new site. Truth be told, I felt your gentle hand pushing me forward the whole time, even those troublesome nudges when I was trying to avoid the mud; for which I forgave you because you need to have some fun too, but there was definitely a spooky propulsion at a distance (to paraphrase Einstein) that drove me to my goal.
*My warning light came on when I tried live-view in order to get my lens closer to the sand. I then realized my disused camera was snatched from its nest without charging the battery before I left. I felt your hand again, pushing me out the door, totally unprepared for the beachfront, half-cocked and on residual power. BUT I GOT DA BOYD! And
that's what counts.
You are right about the white balance though. No matter the setting I use I have a shift into the red end of the spectrum, which I like, but I will endeavour to correct some of it in post from now on.
Portion of raft of Scaup