Despite playing Tito and Tarantula as loud as possible I couldn't make the traffic speed up.
Every light was on red.
Every careful and learner driver on Merseyside was out on the road.
Which all conspired to mean the tiny window between the end of the day's work and dusk was getting narrower and narrower.....
I did manage to get out onto Plex Moss, but with just enough time to watch the light fade and the first rain of the evening start to roll down the windscreen of the Baby Black Death...perfect end to a perfect day.
A few Kestrels were still hunting in the gloom, and the usual Red Legged Partridges and Pheasants were in the fields, but I only managed one Fieldfare, up near the old Cheshire Lines.
About 700 Pink Feet grazing in fields between Plex and Carr Moss. Robins and Wrens still singing.
Welcome to winter.
Anyone out there actually seeing anything?
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies....