Big ol' jellyfish wreck on the coast yesterday, with a deep corridor of ex-bubble-wrap stretching from Ainsdale to Formby.
I think they were Barrel Jellies, but I'm not that up on these critters - apart from one wonderfully irresponsible game of "Catch-the-Portuguese-Man-O'-War" in Watermill Cove on the Isles of Scilly many moons ago, my experience generally revolves round poking 'em with a stick, or admiring the really big ones from clifftops in the Hebs.
A few Carrion Crows tried eating 'em, but didn't seem overly impressed.
Earlier in the day, plenty of birds were moving over the dunes at Birkdale in the first blue skies for awhile - Fieldfare, Redwing, Blackbird, several flocks of Chaffinch, Reed Bunting, Skylark and Siskin, a few Mipits and Starlings.
The flooded slacks held squealing Water Rail, Jay, Bullfinch and Blackcap.
Looking particularly breathtaking, was this apparently rare rush - it has to be said, not the most enigmatic of uber plant ticks, when it was shown to me.
I'll have to get Phil Smith to tell me which one it is....Black Bog Rush? Sharp Club Rush?
Sharp bog brush more like.
Right, before I commit further botancial heresy, I'm off to the Birdfair at Martin Mere to blow my last few carefully scraped together pennies.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...