It all started off so well - a gorgeous bright dawn and blue skies all the way, with Skylarks singing over Crosby Marine Park, gulls numbers building up on the beach and the Black Necked Grebe still noodling around on the lake.
Then, quicker than you could say "Cor blimey Mr 'Olmes, it's a right pea-souper and no mistake", in your best Dick Van Dyke cockerney, the fog swept in.
By the time my lunchbreak came along, visibility was frankly pants.
The Black Necked Grebe did loom out of the mist for a kickabout (it is derby day after all) briefly, but soon disappeared back into the murk.
2 Red Breasted Mergs on the water this morning, with 17 Goldeneye, and about 20 Tufties and Pochard.
Little Grebes knocking about too.
About 500 gulls out on the beach at the south end, but completely invisible once themist came down.
Mistle Thrush singing on Rimrose and a Jay or two flopping about.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...