Jesus may not want me for a Sunbeam…


Very early start at work this morning as dozens of splendid old cars rolled up at Ainsdale to celebrate the 90th anniversary of Henry Segrave’s land speed record in his Sunbeam Tiger on the sands in 1926 when he hit 152mph plus (hell, I went faster than that when the Blackpoll turned up at Seaforth).
After all the motorheading it was far too nice an afternoon to just head home, so I drove up the coast, only realising I’d left my binolikars at home just as I pulled into Weld Road car park.
This is a classic sign of advancing years in birders of course, but the first time it has happened to me.
I decided the best way to remedy this situation was a prolonged, colourful and loud cursing session (hence my potential exclusion from Baby J’s very own Sunbeam Club) before schlepping back to Dempsey Towers to pick up my optics.



I finally got up to Marshside mid-afternoon, first calling into Hesketh Road, where Pinkies were dropping onto the water for a wash and brush up after feeding with the 2,000 strung-out flock still on the outer marsh, and a herd of about 200 Wigeon were grazing in Wheatear Corner.
Otherwise it was as quiet as you’d expect in a chilly north easterly wind.
The two drake Scaup were snoozing at Junction Pool amongst the Tufties and the drake Pochards were still on the Sandplant lagoon.
The BHG colony is getting noisier by the day.
Warmer in the sun on the southern side of the Sandplant, and a Chiffchaff was zipping about the willows and blackthorn in between bouts of tail-pumping, while a Small Tortoiseshell tottered past.


Stupid spring blossom. D’oh!