A feeble attempt by the sun to break through the misty stygian this afternoon was enough for me to make a dash for the marsh; better the constant roar of the traffic than the gathering storm that was a morning in town on shopping duties.
I had a list and everything.
It was not fun.
Gloom had blotted out the sun again by the time I walked north from the sandplant, but at least the plastic Ross’s was bright enough to allow me to attempt near-dark digiscoping by Polly’s Creek.


Pinkies, Wigeons en masse, Merlin and a Great White Egret in the murk before it commuted to the Marine Lake with the rest of the egrets.
Possibly more enjoyable was yesterday’s hunt for Armadillidium Album – our very own rare woodlouse that lives exclusively amongst driftwood above the strandline at certain points along the coast.


Tension was mounting after I dipped on the tideline at Ravenmeols, largely I fear down to the disappearance of most of the driftwood down there (this pill-bug is nationally rare and relies on the driftwood – so don’t take it’s habitat home for gardens or fireplaces).
Managed to finally score on the Green Beach though – strange how even a woodlouse sp can have different behaviours than its relatives – who’d of thought it?
While the pill-bugs in your garden curl up when hassled, this guy either sits still, or curls only slightly, showing its shapely pale legs.
Fine sandy splotches on its carapace too (if carapace is what you call their bodies) – another cool resident of this mega-coast.
Aw c’mon, they’ve gotta be more interesting than an escaped little white goose.