Left the beach to the blue-haired, hemp betrousered new-agers who were doubtless preparing for the lentil feast to end all lentil feasts to mark the summer solstice, and headed up to Marshside after work.
Ain't been up for a while, and not surprisingly there wasn't much water away from the Sandplant lagoon - is this the driest year we've had in the north west?
I think we should be told....
Just a puddle of water at the Junction Pool, where a Reed Warbler was mooching about, but not singing, leaving the warbling to a Sedgie, which managed a few half-hearted bursts.
The Linnets were far more vocal, with several groups in the old Sandplant compound, alongside Mipits and Woodpigeons.
Fine display of Marsh Orchids still on the bank between Sandgrounders and the lagoon, but not many left on the slopes on the other side of the road.
One of the breeding Redshanks was using the stunted oaks and sycamores in "Woodchat corner" to call and mark his territory - ten out of ten for effort, not every day you get a Redshank in a sycamore.
Otherwise things were predictably quiet.
Earlier in the day a few Painted Ladies moved up the coast from the south west - nothing like the numbers involved in last year's butterfly tsunami, but I encountered individuals fluttering low over the sand from Ainsdale down to Cabin Hill.
One or two Dark Green Frits have been on the wing in the last week or so too.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...