Just spent the last week at Marzipan down in West Cornwall with Mrs D - a splendid wee break, notable for frankly outrageous amounts of Guinness, some stonking pasties and a few reckless dances with the incoming tide after closing time.
All this conspired to make birding a rather tricky proposition, but hell, it seemed a damn sight more fun than the "handbags at dawn" fallout from the American Bittern at Zennor, then Wadebridge (well dahlings, one remembers the Marton Mere bird so well....) or the ÃÂ£10 a pop Green Heron at the Lost Gardens of Hooligan.
I did see some birds - Cetti's Warbler and the big fat Starling roost at Marazion Marsh, where a Grey Heron plucked one unfortunate bird out of the sky, twisting in the air like a Peregrine, which was a first for me...
Merlin and two Choughs at the Lizard and another pair of Charlie Choughs at Porthgwarra (is there a more beautiful place to bird in the UK?), Ravens aplenty, including one taking a battering from a Peregrine above Nanjizal and some nice groups of Golden Plover.
Some, like these on the maritime heath above Porthgwarra were really approachable and all were grilled within an inch of their lives for AGPs with no success.
A Lapland Bunting up there with Skylarks was agreeable.
All the postcard-purty coves were stacked with Rock Pipits, Shag, Pied and Grey Wags, but Stonechats seemed in short supply.
The valleys, still fecund with their own luxuriant micro-climates held plenty of Red Admirals, a few Commas and Buff-Tailed Bumblebees, and good numbers of 'crests and titmice, but they generally cleared off quicker than you can say "Polgigga".
Even this late in the year, the habitat screams "mega", despite the fact that it rarely delivers...that's what makes them "megas" after all.
Med Gulls at Sennen, and plenty of Kittiwakes and Gannets offshore, but there's no time to seawatch when the pasty shop is about to re-open.
Normal service will be resumed shortly.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...