We met at my house (made of brick so any huffing and puffing of the wind made no difference) and we had pig in a roll for breakfast (clearly one that had a house of straw) and then loaded up the Ed’s Qashqai which I was blown away by, by the way and set off toward our first port in a storm, Santon Downham.
I had hoped for Brambling here but as things went, we had little to see at first with only a fleeting glimpse of Siskin and a Nuthatch. We took the path along the Little Ouse towards the small church before playing out a scene from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
|Ed holds on.|
|Kingfisher in flight.|
|Hairy bollocks...I guess.|
|A better than nothing Nuthatch.|
|Ed giving the sign a sign.|
|I can recommend the venison burger|
We headed back against the wind and a fresh spray of rain. Thanks. We went through the pine belt which was full of pine cones and not birds until we stumbled through the the path on the west side.
|Ed pretending to be a bird just to make me feel better.|
|Ed photographing his wellies.|
Once we were out of the pine belt, we had distant views of a couple of Common Buzzards perched on fencing and a couple of Egyptian Geese.
As we walked back up the drive, I found a couple of Grey Partridges close to the fence. Normally these scarce game birds flee at the sight of my face but these two didn’t really look up from their foraging. Then we watched a Red-legged Partridge doing what Partridges do best, running like Usain Bolt.
|50 shades of Grey Partridge|
Two things any eager birder needs to know if they follow our trip. One: Have a phone that works and Two: stay at the Langham Apartment because it’s great value but make sure you have the door code because if you need to call anyone to get it on the coast, phone reception can be unpredictable. With 1% charge left on my phone, I finally got through to get the code. Sailing close to the wind I suppose!
We spent the evening in Langham and walked by torchlight to the referred Blue Bell Inn. This was great. Lorna welcomed us and we had a fine dinner. I had the Ryburgh Pork with a pint of Blue Bell bitter (average) so moved on the wine list. Ed had the Steak & Ale pie with even more ale. I do recall hearing a Tawny Owl at some point on the way back to our apartment but can’t remember anything else...it had been a long day.
Sunday morning was spent working out how the grill worked for our bacon breakfast and then how to stop the smoke alarm going off every 5 minutes (I pulled it off the ceiling and ripped out the battery) and then we set off for Titchwell.
|Nice flight shot of Greylag Goose.|
|Ditto Brent Goose|
The shoreline was a different matter. Sanderling, Dunlin, Bar-tailed Godwit, Knot and Grey Plover grouped together at the edge of the surf.
|Bar-tailed Godwits and Knot|
|Bar-tailed Godwits asleep|
|Bar-tailed Godwits awake|
|We had an admirer...|
|Shelduck and a few Brent Geese|
It was also the first proper test of my Canon 7d and although the Saturday was basically flat and grey in terms of the light, I’m pretty pleased with some of the results.