Freezing fog, cloud and nippy, nippy, nippy sent the early Spring scurrying off into March holding its skirts like the big Jessie it undeniably is today, but even in the gloom I had time for a quick walk around the Sands Lake this afternoon.
Only Robins and Dunnocks were brave enough to carry on singing, while on the water, 78+ Tufted Ducks, 12 Shoveler, a male and female Pochard, and a Little Grebe.
Just Black Headed Gulls hanging around the car park and a single Little Grebe at the north end.
Three Carrion Crows sharpening their bills on the tall trees opposite Pontins, getting ready for a season of egg pinching and nestling massacre.
Two Meadow Pipits called while gamely heading north overhead.
No sign of the Water Rail at the top end, but I'm sure it was lurking in the tangle of branches and reeds.
Checked down the side of Pontins in case the Black Redstart was playing out, but with the camp all quiet it was probably amusing itself in the ball pool or some sagging bouncy castle safely out of sight - if it's still around that is.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...