Fireglow

The small man with the large hammer worked a very long shift, and it wasn't until 1 pm that he finally knocked off and handed over to the apprentice. As man flu goes, that was a particularly unpleasant version. It also coincided with one of the best weather days so far this year.

In the afternoon I wrapped up well and went to Jenny Brown's Point to see the sunset. As so often, there was a layer of cloud over the Irish Sea and the sun sank into this rather than the waters of Morecambe Bay. Nevertheless, there was a spectacular afterglow reflected in the water.

The heron resolutely held its ground while the flock of dunlins wheeled around it, ducking as they went directly over its head. On the mudbank behind it, there were redshanks feeding.

I'm glad I went, shivering and coughing - I had been tempted to sit at home feeling sorry for myself. Blipping gives us special moments, moments when we are truly there in the present, moments when the light is divine and nature reveals itself in all its splendour.