We broke the lengthy, four-hour journey again to Norfolk with a cease at Frampton Marsh, close to Boston. Checking with the reserve workers, we have been informed that all the recently-present ‘goodies’ had disappeared. Nonetheless, we selected a stroll spherical, selecting up a Whooper Swan, Spoonbill and Corn Bunting earlier than returning to the centre for outrageously-priced snack lunches.
We had time for some impartial looking out, strolling around the flooded grass behind the carpark, by the use of the wooded monitor resulting in the farm reservoir. Amazingly, I managed to find the Lesser Yellowlegs and a Little Gull, salvaging one thing from the go to!
