View across the meadow at Brockholes towards Boilton Wood - the home of phantom Lesser-spotted Woodpeckers, tranvestite tramps (it's a long story - some other time maybe) and rather unsavoury scrotes from across the M6 in Preston.
"A lull" is the best expression to describe this moment in time I reckon. Maybe even "dulldrum", but a quick visit to Brockholes between showers this evening did the trick. Black-necked Grebe ..... gone. No Redstart. Hordes of Dunlin to sift through on Main Pool for that elusive Yank wader - nope. Still, good to be out (er, yeah - right?). Global warming? Forgot me gloves!
Loads of Swifts over No 1 Pit and then something bigger - Hobby! Shamefully this was a year tick but Black-necked Grebe, Redstart and Hobby locally, in the space of a week is respectful to say the least.