The Naturalists' Notebook

The Eric Hardy Local Nature Reserve was formed from a tract of Clarke Gardens, and dedicated in April 2002 to honour the founder of the MNA, Eric Hardy. He was then 90 years old and died later that year. Eric had written a weekly “Countryside” column in the local paper, the Liverpool Daily Post, for 70 years from 1929 to 1999, and was once in the Guinness Book of Records for the world’s longest-running journalists’ column. He also broadcast weekly on Radio Merseyside and was a founding member of the Mersey Estuary Conservation Group and the Lancashire Wildlife Trust.  Many current MNA members remember going on walks he led, but I joined too late to meet him.

The reserve is an area of rough grass and woodland extending southwards from Allerton Towers to Springwood Crematorium, set in the leafy southern suburbs of Liverpool, close to the childhood home of John Lennon. We entered it through the gap in the railings at the junction of Menlove Avenue, Woolton Road and Hillfoot Road and crossed the open area of young trees and bramble patches into the Oak and Beech woodland. Very few birds were making themselves known, except for the screeching of Ring-necked Parakeets. Jays are known to live here, but we didn’t see any today. Although the woods appear to be wild, there was evidence of management. This old Lime tree with its bushy epicormic growth at the base appears to have been trimmed.

Daffodil shoots were popping up.

The woods are fairly wet, and the map shows a section of a stream running through it. We have had a dry week, though, so all we had to contend with were occasional muddy patches, with one particularly boggy bit called Deadman’s Valley.

We emerged from the woods at the northern edge of Allerton Cemetery. It was looking neat and landscaped after the wildness of the woods. Two Monkey Puzzle trees near the north chapel caught my eye, perhaps now looking as the designers had imagined.

A big Beech tree had come down in Storm Darragh, cleverly missing all the surrounding trees and a hedge, and not touching a single gravestone.

Nearby was the stump of a previously cut-down tree, which was hollow. We peeked inside and spotted a couple of bracket fungi growing from the inside surface, an unusual sight.

We lunched in Springwood. They have decorative gardens for the scattering of loved ones’ remains, and there are plenty of benches for contemplation and remembrance. The lawns have some splendid old Cherry trees. I wonder about their age. The gardens at Springwood are only about 50 years old (1975), but these old Cherries look at least as old as the ones in Sefton Park – about 150 years old (1872).

In the sheltered shrubberies some Rhododendrons were coming into bloom.  We scattered some bird food, and got Great Tits, Coal Tits and a Grey Squirrel. More distant were a Blackbird, Wood Pigeons, Magpies, and our best bird, a Stock Dove. Around the northern perimeter a row of three conifers (Cypresses?) had come down.

We headed north on the path along the west side of the nature reserve, emerging by the south entrance to Allerton Towers on Woolton Road. Since one of us had arrived by car, we had a lift to Hunts Cross Station.

Public transport details: Bus 76 from Queen Square at 10.02, arriving Menlove Avenue / Cheddar Close at 10.30. Returned on Merseyrail train from Hunt’s Cross at 2.06, arriving Central at 2.25
Next week, our last walk of the year, we plan to go to Eastham Woods, meeting at 10.00 at Sir Thomas Street.

Storm Darragh tore through Wales and Merseyside on Saturday, felling several trees in the Greenbank and Calderstones areas of south Liverpool (according to the news). All parks were closed. In Crosby and Southport the winds weren’t so bad, just leaving pavements full of twigs on Sunday morning. But in Southport a very cold and gusty north wind was still blowing.

Our first stop was the sheltered area at the back of the Waterfront Hotel, from where we could look out over the northern Marine Lake and its two islands. A pair Cormorants sat on the jetty at the tip of South Island and there was a possible Little Egret, just a flash of white in the bushes. A Greater Black-backed Gull was surveying the lake from the North Island. There were a few Mute Swans and a small numbers of flying gulls. We walked southwards past Funland, seeing very few birds, just a Magpie, a Wood Pigeon and a juvenile Herring Gull. Where were all the waterbirds that usually congregate here? Aha, they were all clustered by the pier in the southern arm of the Marine Lake. There were 40+ Swans, dozens of Mallards, lots of Coots and one Moorhen. Then we saw why they all hang around this spot. A couple with empty buckets of food were just returning from a feeding session. They are on the extreme left of the picture below.  I guess they must do this every day, throwing out seed or grain, and THAT’S why there are always so many big birds clustered there.

At the same place were small groups of Greylag and Canada Geese, a Crow, lots of Feral Pigeons and two Pied Wagtails.

We continued southwards via the sunken King’s Gardens, where there are lots of hedges and shelter. The area is usually packed with families and kids, but it was deserted today. The little birds were popping about, handfuls of Starlings and one each of Robin and Blackbird. There was just one damaged tree, which looked like a Willow, which had a couple of branches snapped off.

The Big Wheel in Pleasureland had the top four gondolas missing. Had they blown off in the storm?  There was no apparent damage, no area taped off, all was neat and symmetrical. I think they might have taken down deliberately to reduce the “sail effect” and protect the wheel.

After a pit stop in Morrison’s and lunch in a shelter, we returned around the other side of the lake, where the Ragwort was still blooming. It was too cold to linger, so we went for the early train. Amazingly, we saw two deer out of the train window on the way back. They were at the southern end of the West Lancashire Golf Course, just north of Hall Road station. They were small ones, possibly Roe Deer females (does).  So despite the cold and wind, it was a good day for bird and wildlife spotting.

Public transport details: Train from Central at 10.02, arriving Southport at 10.45. Returned on the 1.03 train.
Next week,15th December, we plan to go to the Eric Hardy Nature reserve, meeting at Queen Square at 10.00 prompt for the (hourly) 76 bus at 10.02.
On 22nd Dec we plan to go to Eastham Woods, meeting at 10.00 in Sir Thomas Street.

Both Liverpool and Chester were busy with Christmas shoppers, and it was Santa Dash day in both cities. We headed for Grosvenor Park, opened in 1867 and designed by our favourite landscaper Edward Kemp. As we entered Grosvenor Park we saw a used Santa Dash costume stuffed into a litter bin, while Santa himself was riding the park’s miniature railway and waving to everyone he passed.

There weren’t many birds in evidence, just Moorhen, Wood Pigeons, Feral Pigeons, Black-headed Gulls sitting atop a Weeping Beech, Crow, Robin and Blackbird. Many Grey Squirrels were about, sufficiently used to people to come right up to their feet hoping to be fed from the hand. But in Grosvenor Park the trees are the main attraction, and the low winter light attracted our attention to many lovely trees we hadn’t noted before. Here is a Fastigiate or Dawyck beech, Fagus sylvatica ‘Dawyck’, a variety of the Common Beech. This is a lifer for me.

Wellingtonia or Giant Sequoia Sequoiadendron giganteum.

A very fine and shapely Deodar Cedar. At this time of year they produce male pollen “catkins”.

We puzzled over this one. It’s a Cedar, but with limbs falling somewhat downwards. And is it blue-ish? We guessed it might be a Weeping Blue Atlas cedar. There is such a thing, but photos on the web suggest a much more “collapsed” tree than this one. I guess I might call it “semi-pendula”, but it’s a lovely tree, whatever it is.

Hooray, the first intimation of spring, some Hazel catkins.

There were some small bushy oaks in the shrubbery near the rose garden. As with all young oaks, they had held on to their leaves, which were a lovely biscuity colour. The shape was a bit odd though, with those deeply-cut overlapping lobes. Could it be Hungarian Oak? Not sure.

There is a Tulip Tree opposite the rose garden. There are no leaves on it now, of course, but many, many cones, one on almost every branch tip. There could be a thousand cones on this one tree. I have seen other winter Tulip Trees just like this.  But here’s a thing, we have never known a summer tree to bear so many flowers. The only theory I can come up with is that Tulip Trees flower sequentially, all through the summer, a few blooms at a time. Unfortunately, I haven’t got one near me to watch all through one summer to see if that is true.

After lunch we went down to the River Dee, and started spotting many Black-headed Gulls with blue leg rings. We were dashing about, peering through binoculars, and taking zoomed pictures. In the past, when we have reported such birds to the people who ringed them, we have found Chester birds which breed in summer in Poland or Norway. When I checked all the notes and pictures later, we had ended up with eight different ringed BHGs, which I entered into the website of the Waterbird Colour-marking Group 

All the birds we saw had been ringed on the Dee as adults in 2021 or 2022, and all have been re-sighted there dozens of times since. All had gaps in their sighting lists between March and August each year, when they had gone off somewhere to breed, but nobody had seen and reported them in exotic locations, so we don’t know where they go. Then they all return to Chester for a winter of hand-outs. 2B82 was ringed on 20 Feb 2021 and has had 102 sightings at Chester since then. Six of them had been ringed on 28 Nov 2021: 269A, 278A, 279A, 281A, 291A and 294A. The “youngest” was 296H, ringed on 2nd December 2022.

We walked back through the oldest part of Chester, looking at some of the historic buildings on Bridge Street. The splendid Bear and Billet pub was rebuilt in 1664 to replace an older building damaged in the English Civil War.

The shop labelled “Three Old Arches” claims to date back to an amazing 1274. Yes, it isn’t a fake, parts of the building are indeed that old. It is Grade 1 listed, and it is the earliest surviving shopfront in England.

Along a short stretch of the canal we saw our first Mallards of the day. Three school-age lads were  fishing, saying they hoped for Pike. One had hooked something, bending his rod and reeling-in hard, calling to his friends “30lb pike”. Then whatever is was came free, he was left reeling in his empty lure, and some big fish splashed a few yards away. We will never know if it was a 30lb Pike!

Public transport details: We intended to get the 10.15 train from Central, but the previous one was severely delayed, arriving at Central at 10.09. We took it, and it ran non-stop back to Chester, arriving 10.35. We have never been there so early. We expected to return on the 2.30 train, but it was also late, departing at 2.40. The guard announced that the train would run “semi-fast”, not stopping between Hooton and Hamilton Square, then he walked along the train making sure everyone who had wanted stops in between should get off at Hooton. It worked, we caught up, and arrived Liverpool Central on time at 3.15.
Next week, 8th Dec, we plan to go to Southport, meeting Central Station for the train at 10.02.
On 15th Dec we plan to go to the Eric Hardy Nature reserve, meeting Queen Square for the (hourly) 76 bus at 10.02.
On 22nd Dec we plan to go to Eastham Woods, meeting Sir Thomas Street for bus 1 or X1

Princes Park is the earliest public park in Liverpool, and the nearest to the city centre. It was originally a private development, funded by the sale of grand perimeter houses, and designed by the famous Joseph Paxton. It opened in 1842. It was a mild dry day, but overcast and gloomy. Last week’s Storm Bert blew off most of the remaining autumn-coloured leaves, but a few are still hanging on in sheltered corners.

We looked at some of the rare and interesting trees. Their Wollemi Pine, still in its weed-filled cage, has grown quite tall but is now looking a bit tufty.

We didn’t find the Golden Rain / Pride of India tree again, and we should have had the map with us. There is a Cherry Walk, with nothing much to see at the moment, of course. The park is also said to have some Great White Cherries, a variety once extinct in Japan, but restored from a cutting in a Sussex garden. The ones here are near the tennis courts, in the north-west arm of the park, a spot we rarely go to. We ought to make an effort to catch the cherries in bloom next spring. We also looked at the Joseph Paxton memorial tree, a Chinese Tulip Tree, looking very promising within its set of fine railings.

We could hear Ring-necked Parakeets but hardly caught sight of them. Otherwise the open spaces had Pigeons, Crows and Magpies. The lake had Mallards, Coots and lots of Moorhens. The male and female Moorhens have identical plumage, but the males are slightly larger. Is this a male-female pair? With the male at the top of the picture?

Also on the lake was one distant Tufted Duck and two Little Grebes.

We made a quick sortie out of the park to the nearest McDonalds to use their facilities, then back for lunch. Under a nearby Oak, a Jay was poking through the leaf litter, but there didn’t seem to be any acorns left.

On the way out we noticed a big red-berried Cotoneaster. The Friends’ tree map says it is a variety called ‘Cornubia’, and Trees and Shrubs Online says “This is one of the very finest of the larger growing cotoneasters.  It bears enormous crops of brilliant red fruits and is not surpassed in that respect by any other cotoneaster.

Public transport details: Bus 86A from Elliott Street at 10.10, which didn’t go the way we expected, so we had to walk back to the park from the Women’s Hospital. Returned from Princes Road / Princes Gate West on bus 75 at 1.17, arriving Liverpool 1.25.
Next week we plan to go to Chester, meeting at Central Station.

After our unseasonably mild autumn, today was “hats and gloves” weather. From Wallasey Grove Road station we walked towards the seafront, then went the “wrong” way, westward along Bayview Drive, to the Harvester pub and Wallasey beach.  We had heard rumours that one or two Snow Buntings had recently been seen there, but no luck. As a consolation tick a Meadow Pipit flew inland from the beach and later we spotted a busy Pied Wagtail on the prom. Two Crows had found a high perch on a dune overlooking the beach and were supervising all the comings and goings.

I was spotting plants in flower, to see what was surviving into this colder weather. The winter-flowering shrub Laurustinus was just coming into bloom. By the roadside was a wild Dog Rose; some Ivy had just a few late flowers hanging on; there was Gorse, which flowers in every season; Daisies in the grass, some kind of Sow Thistle and a Hawkweed; the tough roadside “weeds” Hairy Bittercress, Groundsel and Shepherd’s Purse; Sea Rocket was sprawling beside the gone-over flower heads of Sea Holly and further back from the dunes were Ragwort and Yarrow. That’s 13 species.

Further along Wallasey beach, near the kitesurfing school, four brave young souls were cavorting in the cold water and heavy surf. Brrrr!

Then we headed north-east along King’s Parade towards New Brighton. It was blowy and chilly, with scattered sharp showers driven by the stiff breeze, but at least the wind was behind us. It was high tide around 11.30, and the waves were beating hard against the sea wall, crashing up in great walls of spray. At times the red cranes at Seaforth docks across the Mersey were almost obscured in the misty rain. (As on the opening picture)

We crossed over, away from the risk of unexpected drenchings, and looked at the gulls in the grassy “dips” between King’s Parade and Coastal Drive. A few Crows, Black-headed Gulls and Herring Gulls were hanging about there, waiting for the weather to improve so they could get back to their special feeding method. They collect live Cockles from the beach and drop them onto the hard pavement, which breaks them open. The edge of the grass was white with drifts of broken cockleshells.

After a pit stop in Morrison’s supermarket and lunch in a seafront shelter, we went around the back of the “Marine Point Retail and Leisure Park” to check out the birds on the pontoons on the Marine Lake.

Not very many today, and just the usual Redshanks, Turnstones and Dunlins. We were hoping tor a Purple Sandpiper or two, but not today.

As we watched them, small groups were flying off towards the beach, their high tide break over. How do they know the sand and mud is uncovering again? They can’t see any of the beach from their sheltered spot on the pontoons. Do they have a inherent feeling for the tide? Do they see others flying off and not returning? Or are they just too hungry to wait any longer?

Five Cormorants were perched on a navigation tower just off the beach. On the small sandy bay between the lighthouse and the Fort were over a dozen Redshank and about a hundred Oystercatchers.

Public transport details: New Brighton train from Central at 10.20, arriving Wallasey Grove Road at 10.40. Returned on bus 433 from King’s Parade / Morrison’s at 1.40, arriving Liverpool 2.15.
Next week we plan to go to Princes Park, meeting Elliot Street at 10 am.

Yet another mild but dull day. We gave the big Remembrance Service in Liverpool City Centre a miss and sought peaceful contemplation elsewhere. Kirkdale Cemetery has the graves of 478 servicemen from the two world wars, as well some other men with links to history.  Many of the WWII victims buried there are from the Battle of the Atlantic, there are graves of Belgian and Russian servicemen, and of the 357 interments from WWI, over 100 were for Canadian servicemen who died at the country’s military hospital in Westminster Road, Liverpool.

The oldest soldier commemorated there is a Victoria Cross holder from the Indian Mutiny or Rebellion, Gunner William Connolly. He has a CWGC stone near the entrance but was buried somewhere near the far northern side.

We didn’t find the gravestone commemorating a Titanic connection, but found the one for Alexander Braid Johnston, Chief Engineer of the Carpathia, the ship that was first to arrive on the night of the disaster in 1912, and rescued over 700 survivors. He died in Liverpool 16 years later. His stone has fallen.

One of the greatest tragedies of WWI was the sinking of the passenger liner Lusitania, which was torpedoed off the coast of Ireland, on route from New York to Liverpool in 1915. The body of Chief officer John Piper was washed ashore near Kinsale 12 days later. The unusual letters “SPE” on his gravestone are thought to be an unauthorised later addition: when his body was found it wore a ring with those letters engraved on it, but nobody knows to this day what they mean.

As for wildlife, the cemetery has scattered mature trees, none looking like rarities, and no obvious new plantings.

We noted the usual birds of urban open spaces, Herring Gulls, Crows, Magpies and Wood Pigeons. The best bird of the day was a single shy Rook, which dodged behind a gravestone then flew off. It’s an awful picture, but it shows it’s definitely a Rook with that whitish beak and face. Unusual to see one on its own.

At lunchtime a fine drizzle started, so we abandoned plans to walk a section of the Loop Line, and headed for the bus.

Public transport details: Bus 20 from the temporary stop in Victoria Street at 10.17 (diverted from Queen Square for Remembrance Day) arriving Longmoor Lane / Greenwich Road at 10.45. Returned on bus 21 from Longmoor Lane / Bradville Road at 1.05m, arriving Queen Square at 1.40.

Sherdley Park was once the private estate of a copper industrialist called Michael Hughes, who died in 1825. The estate fell into disrepair until it was bought by the local council in 1949. Now it is a huge open space, with a golf course occupying the western half. We approached it from the Lea Green end, at the south east corner of the park. One of the best trees of the day was a tall Swamp Cypress next to the path between the lake and the children’s play area, towering over the skateboard ramp.

The park lake is nestled in a small woodland. We noted only Mallards, Black-headed Gulls and a couple of skulking Little Grebes.

Out in the open grassland we saw only the boldest birds – Crows, Wood Pigeons and Magpies. We walked as far as the “Park Bar and Kitchen” next to the golf course, to use their facilities (open to all park users), then lunched in a fenced-off garden area called (by Google maps) the “Arboretum”. It definitely isn’t one of those, but appears to be the old formal garden of the ruined big house, a maze-like area of paths and tall trees, a few lawns, and lots of benches.

There seemed to be a lot more wildlife in that quiet and sheltered nook. There were lots of Grey Squirrels, a Great Tit, a Collared Dove and possibly a Nuthatch. Someone spotted our binoculars  and told us he had seen a Long-eared Owl in the woods beyond the western edge of the paths. We went to look, saw nothing and felt doubtful. The trees in the so-called Arboretum were mostly unremarkable, but we noted some lovely old Cherry trees, which will be glorious when they flower.

One Cherry in a sheltered corner appeared to be blooming already. It didn’t look like a winter-flowering type, and may have been deeply confused by this mild autumn.

There was also a tall and shapely Larch, lovely Beech hedges and a droopy conifer of the Cypress type, which may have been a Weeping Nootka Cypress, also known as the Afghan Hound tree.

Then it was time to find our way home. Permit me a grumble about the service of Northern Rail (the local trains out of Lime Street). They are very unreliable, especially at weekends. At Lime Street our train was listed on the departure boards but without a platform number, so we had to wait, wondering if it was to be cancelled. When the platform number was announced, there was a mad scramble to board and it left 5 minutes late. At Lea Green we saw that trains back to  Liverpool were only hourly, and one had already been cancelled. We decided not to risk returning by train and went home a roundabout way on two buses via St Helens bus station.

And just a note about Rimrose Valley Country Park, long-threatened by a road-building scheme for the docks. This week’s Budget Statement has cancelled the proposed road, so Rimrose is saved. Great news. The Chancellor’s statement said “As part of the government’s commitment to growth, it will take difficult decisions where there is not a clear value for money case to invest. After a review the Transport Secretary has decided not to progress with the following unfunded and unaffordable road schemes on the strategic road network: A5036 Princess Way…”

Public transport details:  Train from Lime Street at 10.30 (actually 10.35), arriving Lea Green at 11.05. Returned on the 29 bus from Marshall’s Cross Road / opp Eaves Lane at 2.10, arriving St Helens bus station at 2.15, then bus 10 at 2.25 arriving Liverpool at 3.20.
Next week we plan to go to Kirkdale Cemetery, meeting at Queen Square at 10am.

Parkgate used to be small port on the river Dee. Over the last couple of hundred years it has silted up and is now mostly saltmarsh. The Dee flows in a narrow channel next to the north Wales coast. Over a decade ago, high tides used to flood the marsh and brim over the low sea wall onto the road. All the little creatures from the marsh would run about on the tarmac in panic. The RSPB dug out a few deep pools, mostly to control the mosquitoes, and now it hardly floods at all. Birds of prey still find it worth their while gather at high tide though, because the little mice and voles are easy for them to spot and catch. It was expected to be a good high tide, 9.65m at about 1.30pm, so we were expecting to see raptors gather. The other attraction was a flock of half a dozen Spoonbills, which had been lingering here for the last month or two. We were hoping to see them.

Last night we had Storm Ashley, with strong winds up to 40 mph, but they blew from the south, so it wasn’t cold. Our bus route took us across the Wirral, where all the street trees were green and gold, with occasional red-leaved Cherries and flashes of crimson from front garden Maples. The rain was lashing the bus but it stopped just as we arrived. Almost immediately we spotted a big brown bird with a lighter-coloured head, far out, flying south and occasionally wheeling and dropping into the reeds. I’m pretty sure it was a Marsh Harrier.

We could see a very distant cluster of big white birds, at least half a dozen of them, showing just their heads and necks. Were they the Spoonbills? It was hard to be sure, they were too distant. But we headed that way, towards the Old Baths area, hoping for a closer view. (When we were nearer we didn’t think any were Spoonbills after all. They were most likely to be Great White Egrets accompanied by about a dozen Little Egrets flying about. Such a large flock was unheard of just a few years ago.)

A Kestrel was hovering near the road, then it was harassed by several young gulls and flew off.

Also easily visible close in was a brightly-coloured male Pheasant with a drabber companion. We assumed it was a female, but I looked them up later, and the drabber one was a juvenile male. Father and son?

There were lots of ducks along the edge of one of the big pools. Definitely two Shovellers there, the ones with the bright white fronts, but the others are harder to identify at distance. Looking at the photo at home I realised there was probably another raptor in that picture. Near the top, left of centre, is a brown bird with a bright white mark between its body and tail. It looks like a “Ringtail”, a term used for “not-an-adult-male” Hen Harrier, i.e. a female or a juvenile. We didn’t notice it at all while we were there. A Hen Harrier is a pretty rare bird, so it’s a very good “tick”.

There were many other birds on the marsh, mostly concealed in the vegetation until some threatening predator put them up. Lapwings, Crows, Coots, Mallards, Moorhens, Greylag Geese, Wood Pigeons (and probably lots more). Sitting up on a tall plant was a Stonechat.

At the Old Baths, our usual picnic bench and its overhanging Tamarind tree were gone, with a new row of seats looking out over the view. Next to the owl sculpture was some White Poplar in the hedgerow. The undersides of its leaves are white and downy, and the last few clinging on in autumn make the tree look like it is blooming out of season.

As we ate our sandwiches we heard the unmistakeable calls of Pink-footed Geese, and then several hundred flew over our heads, out over the estuary and made for North Wales.

As we returned past the Boat House pub we noticed that Parkgate has now been designated part of the King Charles III England Coastal Path.

And the day isn’t complete without a tree to puzzle over. One front garden had this unusual pendulous tree, which we thought was a Weeping Larch, or was it some kind of Cedar? Never seen anything like that before. Which is it?

The arrangement of the needles was similar, the bark doesn’t solve the problem. When I looked closely at the picture at home I spotted some red-brown male pollen cones high up on the right side, so it must be some kind of Cedar. I think it also has some arrangement of scaffolding at the top, near the graft, to spread the branches and stop them falling straight down next to the trunk.  It’s a bit of a dog’s breakfast! Apparently these are sold as “Weeping Cedars of Lebanon” but most experts think they are the commoner Deodar or Himalayan Cedar, just given a romantic name to inflate the price!

Public transport details: Bus 487 from Sir Thomas Street at 10.29, arriving Parkgate, Mostyn Square at 11.25. Returned on the 487 from Mostyn Square at 1.30, arriving Liverpool 2.45.
Next week we plan to go to Landican Cemetery, meeting at 10 am at Sir Thomas Street.

West Kirby is a place for outdoor sports of sea and air. We strolled along South Parade, watching the yachtspeople practicing their turns on the Marine Lake, and there was a powered paraglider overhead.

It was low tide, and people were heading out over the wet sand to Little Eye island.

Occasional Cormorants flew by and there were a few birds on the pontoon at the yacht club, mostly Redshank, a few Turnstones (not in the picture) and some Black-headed Gulls.

One Redshank was feeding, with its beak well down into the ooze.

We lunched in Coronation Gardens. There used to be a Persian Ironwood tree at the back of the shrubbery. When we last saw it, on 26 May 2019, it looked as if it was struggling in the salty winds. We couldn’t find it at all today, so it might have died.

At the southern end of the Marine Lake, out on the retaining walkway, it looked like the coastguard were up to something. An exercise?

As we walked back northwards, what little breeze there had been in the morning had died right down. The yachts were becalmed in the lovely pearly light, making reflections on the still water. You should just be able to make out the distant Point of Ayr Lighthouse at Talacre on the north Wales coast, with Anglesey behind it.

As for trees, there are hardly any worth mentioning in West Kirby outside of Ashton Park.  I noted the missing Persian Ironwood above, and there is a row of Stone Pines outside Morrison’s supermarket. Otherwise the only place of interest is Sandlea Park. Their biggest trees are Common Walnuts, and there are some Cedars as well as the rare hybrid Almond we are keeping an eye on. A flying bee caught our attention, feeding on some blue cultivated geraniums. It had a ginger hairy thorax, so I guess it was a Common Carder bee, said to be on the wing until November.

Public transport details: Usually we would go straight there and back on the train, but today there were rail replacement buses from Birkenhead North to Leasowe, so we worked around them. Train from Central at 10.05 to Birkenhead Park, arriving 10.15, then the 437 bus from Park Road N / Ashville Road E at 10.23, arriving Grange Road / West Kirby Station at 10.55. Returned on the 437 bus from West Kirby Station at 1.30, arriving Liverpool 2.25.
Next week we plan to go to Parkgate for the Spoonbills and a good high tide. Meet Sir Thomas Street in time for the 487 bus at 10.29.