One Fine Day
Sunday February 8 We'd have been bang on time picking up Pauline from Fakenham Morrison's if we hadn't stopped for fuel. At Morrison's. Which, to Pam's delight, was a very competitive price. Leaving home in sun and blue sky, by North Walsham we had a bank of fog looming ahead. This lasted most of the journey west, a weak sun orb appearing once. Not as cold though, there were compensations. It was a very pleasant day without any obvious highlights until near the end. Snettisham was an hour past high tide; that was only 2.2, very low indeed, so it hardly came in. Once more, the birds were very distant, as was the shoreline. It's always a pleasure to see Goldeneye and Little Grebe. The islands on the reserve pit were covered in Lapwing, the far one as always, held flasher Cormorants, wings out to dry. No Rock Pipits at Thornham, just this Common Gull, still in most of its winter plumage, surveying the scenery. Needing to use the facilities, we called in to Titch...