You'd think after nearly 50 years on this godforsaken rock I'd know better, but no, nice high tide at Marshside, first decentish one in the cycle, nasty snow/sleet/rain front accompanying it - surely it can't be that bad - can it?
For the answer to that, ask the Little Egrets, shivering in the snow showers as the tide pushed them up close to the sandplant banks...you can almost hear the item under "AOB" at the next meeting of the Ribble Egret Committee, re the wisdom of spreading north on the back of climate change in the context of egretty terms and conditions for operating in snow.
By the time the tide came up, any feeling in my extremities was a distant memory thanks to the biting wind, and the snow and sleet had soaked me optics.
Still the morning wasn't without its pleasures - two Merlins zipping about after Skylarks and Mipits and one of the lovely male Hen Harriers quartering around - both raptors were a bit far for digiscoping on a dark day, but you've gotta try.
Hmm, looks like there's a bit of room for improvement in my harrier photographic skills before I send the portfolio off to the agencies....
A Rock Pipit calling over the sandplant as the Skylarks and Redshanks were pushed out by the top of the tide and the Pink Feet drifted past looking for somewhere dry to graze.
I drifted off too at about 11.15, with the same need for drier conditions.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...