It is with great sadness to report the death of Royston Wilkins, a well known character to everyone on the Cornish birding scene.
Royston, 78, passed away on the 8th April 2026. It was known that he suffered respiratory problems. Despite this, his determination to see everything available was a testament to his personality and character. Even in the week leading to his death, he managed to twitch the Killdeer at Chapel Amble.
Royston was a true Cornishman, intensely proud of his heritage and accent. He was a clay country boy, from Foxhole. He served his apprenticeship as a carpenter, life skills of which he turned to fitting windows and setting up his successful long term business with his son Leon. He self-built his own family home.
Royston, or “meddy” to his mates, started birding in the mid ‘80’s. A relatively late starter, he soon became addicted to the hobby. It wasn’t long before he found his first Bee-eater on the Lizard followed by a Red-footed Falcon at Croft Pascoe. One of his best finds was a Bufflehead at Stithians. Never shy of using technology, “meddy” armed himself with a birder’s pager and the best optics. His list grew rapidly to well over 400 species in Cornwall alone, an achievement only matched by a handful of other birders.
It wasn’t long before his mind wandered further afield. Birding trips to Scilly, Norfolk, New Forest, Scotland and Wales soon followed. Nowhere was out of bounds. Naturally, world birding was the next venture and the NatureTrek 990 tours suited Royston perfectly. Balancing self employment with his hobby, the ten day tours were perfect. He was by now a serious world traveller, visiting Sri Lanka, Israel, Russia, Gambia, Senegal, Pakistan, Vietnam, Africa and South America. The list is endless.
Royston was an integral part of the famous Scillonian lll Pelagics. He took the lead role in sourcing and transporting the chum from St Ives to the Penzance quayside. It was a stinking, horrible task but “meddy” took great delight in organising this task and the army of chummers.
Staying with the Scillies, who can forget being picked up in his white van and dropped off in the middle of a twitch on St Mary’s? Royston was a familiar sight on Scilly every Autumn, making new friends and contacts while fitting his windows.
Royston was also a passionate football supporter and season ticket holder. Every Saturday afternoon would be spent at Truro City, Treyew Road and latterly at Langarth. Despite the exposed, bitterly cold location, he made every effort to watch his team. He took great delight when Truro won the FA Vase in 2007 and achieved promotion to the National League last year. He travelled to Charlton Athletic when Truro reached the First Round proper. Occasional away games and cup runs posed no hurdles. Royston would also visit his home village team, the Foxhole Allstars, as well as away games to Liverpool with his son Warren.
One can now appreciate the determined character that he was. He loved his friends and would often argue a point if he felt he was right. He worked hard and played hard, pretty much to the very end. It’s fair to say some had their ups and downs with him, but he was intensely loyal and dedicated to friends. And none more so than his beloved family, who he often talked about with great pride. His absence will leave a gaping hole in every walk of his full life.
Royston leaves his loyal wife Truda, always devoted and by his side, three children, Leon, Warren and Lucie and four grandchildren.
You will be sorely missed. More than you know. Rest in Peace my friend.
Steve Rogers

Kester Wilson, John Chapple, Brian Mellow, Royston Wilkins, Peter Walsh, Steve Rogers, Steve Kolodzieski, Stephen Jackson. Norfolk May 1998.








