Cromer – a flying visit.
My vantage point from Happy Valley British Summer Time, don’t you just love it? I do and for me, it’s not about leaving work in the daylight or the thought that all those heavy, dark clothes can be mothballed away. No, for me, it’s the reality that spring has finally sprung. You may have noticed nature’s irrepressible alarm clock; you know, the one that wakes you up at 4.30am? The Dawn Chorus, led expertly by the song thrush and blackbird crashes into your sleep telling you to rise and enjoy the spring. Okay, some people, the grumpy ones I find, hate it. They pull their pillows over their heads and attempt to block out the herald. To me though it signals those first few months when the air is full of promise in the shape of new avian arrivals. The warblers and the hirundines arrive in their thousands, filling the air with song and sublime aerobatics. Even though I had lost an hour for the sake of summer, I decided to get up at 5.00am to prepare for a trip to the Norfolk coast. Norfo