I've always said that no matter how quiet the birding, there is always something magical that makes it worthwhile.
Today was the exception to prove that rule.
A three-hour walk around Leam Valley, Welches Meadow and Newbold Comyn turned up just about nothing. Highlights? I wish. Perhaps three Grey Heron on the scrape, and having the time and opportunity to take my first decent pictures of a Wood Pigeon (one of the most common birds in this part of the world, so I've never bothered before).
Still, bring on autumn passage.