You nip away for two weeks and what happens?
The whole coast turns into Evening Primrose parade and The Open schmoozefest rolls into Royal Birkdale.
I nipped down to Marshside before the Coast Road becomes impassable with spectator traffic this evening and things were fairly quiet.
Predictably the ducks are in a parlous state of eclipse now, and the massed ranks of feral geese are gathered on the Sandplant Pool.
Tufties preening on the lagoon, and plenty of Swifts overhead, but certainly fewer hirundines.
The odd Whitethroat was cackling occasionally from cover, and Skylark, Mipit and Reed Bunting were still in song.
Waders weren't too bad though - a fine Ruff out on Polly's Creek, still in chestnut, black and white breeding plumage and a Common Sandpiper along with the Blackwits.
A few young Avocets in front of Sandgrounders.
Another Common Sandpiper and a Little Ringed Plover - a bird of the year - were on the Junction Pool before being flushed by a passing gull.
Although there's water in front of Nels, the place was quieter than the hush of the 18th green anticipating that final putt...
Meanwhile, thanks to Graham Moreton, who sent me his shots of the Spoonbill he had at Marshside on Sunday - there's always something to surprise you.
Mmm, spoony...links to Graham's own website are on the right (when the bloody links set up is working with this new software that is).
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies.