I guess surviving another Yule and a Mayan Apocalypse combined is source for some seasonal cheer, although I have to say, my hangover on Christmas morning was far more apocalyptic than anything those naughty obsidian-obsessed Mexicans ever came up with (but don't let Mrs D know that, I think I just about got away with it...).
Still, with a new digi-camera from Santa to try out I headed up to Marshside yesterday, at the precise moment the heavens opened and another downpour set in for the afternoon.
Not the best conditions for such jiggery-pokery.
Impressive numbers of wildfowl, Golden Plover and other waders on Marshside Two though, so it might be worth another look if the sun ever comes out again.
Only sensible thing to do is attempt to get used to digiscoping through the window at Dempsey Towers - Blackbirds okay, sadly the Brambling that are calling into the feeders occasionally are not so amenable.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...