Although my manners are often compared to those of an unruly warthog, it would have been downright bad etiquette to not pop down and see the Snow Bunting on Ainsdale's Green Beach, which Phil Smith and Ralph Jones have been admiring for a few days now, especially as it's so close to home.
Got down to the Sands Lake for 7.45am to be confronted by more cars than I've ever seen down there.
Thoughts of stumbling on a mega-twitch were swiftly dispelled when I realised it was a big bad Pontins Weekender on the go, so I left the bright young things to it and headed off through the scrub.
Whitethroat and Willow Warbler singing away around the lake and three Wheatears on the Green Beach, with Skylark, Meadow Pipit, Linnet and Lapwing.
The female Snow Bunting was preening and feeding away on the Green Beach just as the first low dunes build up, and as is often the way, ignored me completely, often coming too close to focus the scope on.
A real peach, she was busy picking seed heads off the vegetation, so not bothered about me.
Occasionally she was chased out onto the beach proper by Skylarks, but quickly returned to the Green Beach, trilling away.
Superb - I watched her for an hour and a half, with two Ravens croaking overhead to add to the Cairngorm atmosphere.
Thanks to Phil and Ralph for keeping me updated on the bird in the week.
Dunlin, Sanderling, Ringed Plover and some gorgeous full summer plumage Grey Plover on the beach now too.
Fine way to start the day.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...