Rather wearing


Bright as the morning was, the continued strong south westerly was getting a bit of a drag down at Marshside – it doesn’t seem to be good for much at the moment, unless you are a Yankee thrush on a far flung island/headland, or a Swift that particularly enjoys low level forays over Marshside One.
It’d be a different matter if it was bringing in a few quality seabirds to the coast.
One of the Med Gulls was busy collecting mud (someone’s gotta do it) on the Sandplant lagoon and battered and worn Common Blues were grimly hanging on to the vegetation on the bank on the way down to Sandgrounders.


With time tight I had a quick look from the platform on Hesketh Road, where all was as it should be, and the swarm of hirundines and the aforementioned Swifts were mighty impressive, before getting summery and indulging in a spot of botanising in the dunes at Ainsdale.
Most stuff seems to be predictably late (the Northern Marsh Orchids appear more advanced on Marshside One than in the small pockets of duneland I checked today), but at least the Adder’s Tongue Ferns were flourishing in the Adder’s Tongue Fern place, and Common Twayblade was well up.


Willow Warbler, Chiffchaff, Whitethroat, Sedgies and Blackcaps belting away.