Just for a different perspective, I headed down to the Freshfield Dune heath reserve this morning - I've given Marshside, Plex Moss and the Sands Lake such a hammering recently, I thought I'd go for a change of scenery.
And it wasn't bad.
Met Steve White as I arrived, and he looked like a man who'd just tetraded the pinewoods on a Bank Holiday - which is exactly what he'd done.
As we wandered down the trail, it was pretty quiet, with 1 Wheatear, Meadow Pipits and four or five singing Linnets up on the blazing gorse.
From the deeper cover, good numbers of Willow Warbler and a few Whitethroats and a Chiffchaff were singing.
Said farewell to Mr White and headed back through the reserve.
Speckled Wood, Peacock and Small Tortoiseshell about, and two superb Whinchats in the heather.
As is always the way, they didn't come close enough for anything but record shots.
Two Buzzards had been circling earlier, and they landed at the top of a clump of pines to avoid the attentions of the local Jackdaws and Carrion Crows.
Nice, quiet reserve really, although those Hebridean sheep are a bit on the freaky side - I'm sure I've seen the one on the right in a Hammer horror movie...
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...