Anyway - Hilbre Island.
You walk to it, starting from West Kirby seafront. A couple of miles, mostly ripply sand, via the outcrops of Little Eye and Little Hilbre. That of itself is pretty darned good on a glorious clear sun day.
From the island you look over the Dee estuary to Wales - Views of Great Orme and the snow-capped peaks of Snowdonia.
Flora - bird's foot trefoil and lots of sea pinks (both of which I don't think usually flower till more like May).
Bird life - my first swallows of the year, swooping as we lay on the soft grass out of the wind. Oystercatchers, redshank, blackbacked gulls and a heron.
DH was right about carrying the scope and tripod - seals! Out on a sandbank, a bit too far for binoculars. DD counted 25, but apparently in summer there can be hundreds hauled out there.
We were some of the first over to the island (it is a real island at high tide) and must have been the first to go down the steps and along towards the end near sea level. We'd been told there was a cave full of periwinkles - well, as it turned out we didn't go in to look because we found it was already occupied by a seal pup!!!! DD hared back up the steps to get the warden, he reckoned it had got stranded, couldn't flump over the rocks to the sea but would be seaborne again next high tide. It looked plump and alert. The warden wasn't sure if it was a grey or an (uncommon) common - headshape looked like the latter but that might just have been immaturity.