Provided that no information appears to be popping out of Suffolk in the meanwhile, Norman, Brian and I modified our plans, heading north west to Titchwell reasonably than all the way down to the Brecks.
As we crossed Choseley we loved views of Fieldfares, Gray Partridges and a big flock of Linnets, earlier than arriving at an nearly empty Titchwell carpark. Not unexpectedly the path-side ditch held a Water Rail, whereas the Tidal Marsh produced a pleasant Noticed Redshank in its frosty winter plumage.
A stroll throughout the seaside introduced us closish views of an unlimited flock of Scoter, which included at the very least two Velvets and a drake Eider. The stroll again previous the Tidal Marsh revealed a pair of sawbills: these had been variously recognized by watchers with ‘scopes as Crimson-breasted Mergansers and Goosanders: we plumped for the previous…
Final ‘eye sweet’ got here within the type of a pair of very confiding Bearded Tits by the trail, earlier than we returned to the automobile and headed again east. A short cease on the Holkham layby did not reveal any Whitefronts, however a few Nice Egrets flew backwards and forwards.
Espresso and scones at Cley was adopted by a stroll out to the ocean alongside the East Financial institution which turned up completely nothing of curiosity (aside from previous Yare Valley chum Chris!)
