I've never suffered from wibbly wobbly, "up-comes-yer-brekkie-and-over-the-side-it-goes" seasickness, so I count myself lucky - no my "mal de mer" is more an inability to stop staring at vast birdless sections of the Irish Sea for long periods when the winds and tides are right.
Like the last two days.
Don't get me wrong, there are few more pleasant places to sit than a dune above the white noise of the surf, while the warm August sun beats down, but it doesn't pull in the pelagics, it has got to be said.
I don't ask for much, a badass Pom barrelling in over the horizon - or a skua of any denomination for that matter - would have been fine, but I lucked out both today and yesterday, even with Bazzo scouring the tide with me at Formby Point.
For what it's worth, here's what I saw:
Formby Point, 11.8.10, 11am-1.15pm:
Manx Shearwater 455
Great Crested Grebe 1
Common Scoter 50+
Sandwich Tern 100+
Common Tern 57
Arctic Tern 5
Formby Point, 12.8.10, 10.35am-1pm:
Manx Shearwater 40
Great Crested Grebe 3
Common Scoter 30
Sandwich Tern 75
Common Tern 60
A nice passage of Manxies early doors yesterday certainly, but as soon as the sun came out, the seabirds swerved back out of the shallows to arc distantly over the shimmering jelly horizon - I'm sure they can see the sand dunes shining white in the sun and it puts them off.
Anyway, there's always the next tides (time to pray for filthy weather).
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...