I wasn't going to share the shimmering nightmare that was yesterday's seawatch with you all, but as the image of a horizon made of jelly and Vaseline kept popping into what's left of my brain during yet another sleepless night, I figured you should suffer too.
Guess that's the problem with seawatching - nice tide coinciding with lunchtime, brisk westerly, bright "breakfast cereal advert" beach with clean sand, white breakers and green and blue sea, and a dune to check it all out from at Formby Point.
Trouble is, once it gets too sunny the visibility melts into a wobbly mess, and there were no birds passing anyway - unless you count a few Cormorant, LBBs and Herring Gull.
Even seawatching god Bazzo packed up before the height of the tide.
Today would have been better, but the westerly seems to have died a death.
You can't win 'em all.
Now I wonder where that gangly yellow-legged freak has flopped off to from Seaforth?
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...