Regardless of a persistent drizzle, Norman, Brian and I headed north west to Titchwell. On arrival we had been knowledgeable that considered one of our targets – a Hoopoe – had simply flown, so we walked out in direction of Parrinder Disguise, shortly finding a big flock of Golden Plover. One other birder had already discovered the long-staying juvenile American Golden Plover, and all of us crammed up at shut vary. Carrying on to the ocean, I discovered a distant Scaup and a Guillemot, however with little else, we turned again to the Fen Path. After a little bit of persistence we ultimately discovered a tit flock holding a minimum of two Firecrests: these weren’t within the temper to be photographed, nonetheless!
Again to Cley for espresso and a stroll out to Bishop’s, the place we added Water Pipit to the daylist, earlier than the pager despatched us hurtling east to West Runton for distant – and fleeting – views of a Pallid Swift.
