Completely ragged the Baby Black Death out of the city this afternoon in a vain attempt to get back with enough light left for a quick seawatch off Ainsdale.
There's only so long you can go without a seawatch.
Even given the parlous state of my driving, I still couldn't make it down to the dunes before the sun went behind the big bank of cloud on the horizon and the sky and sea began to merge into a grey mess.
About 30 Common Scoters offshore, moping about, and the usual Cormorants and gulls, but try as I might, I couldn't turn distant young LBBs into wintering Poms.
One or two gull roosts on the sand after the high tide, and away up to the north, waders and Cormorants still packed together off Taggs Island.
Sanderlings and Barwits feeding on the tideline.
On the upside, a stonking Peregrine tanking into Liverpool city centre over Leeds Street yesterday, and today a pair of Mistle Thrushes getting frisky on Old Hall Street.
Not my most successful afternoon - but sometimes just looking at the sea is enough.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...