Rather than face the crowds at Whitlingham, I went for the quieter option and headed for Marston Marshes. Bird action was fairly muted, six warbler species but no Gropper for me still. After the possible oriole at Colney I paid particular attention to the poplar belt, but turned up nothing more exciting than a Great Spotted Woodpecker bringing in caterpillars. Down the river a female Grey Wagtail flew into the scrub. Before the storm hit a number of dragonflies and damselflies were hunting over the marsh, and my first Red Admiral of the year flew along the northern edge.