Norfolk. A tale of Birds, Beer and a Bracing Wind.
You can’t choose your parents but you can choose a better weekend to go birding on the North Norfolk coast to be frank. However, a weekend that required planning cheap accommodation and at least a month for Ed to tap in all the birding locations I had set him, choice wasn’t an option. 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. The light was poor and the light rain affected our optics and glasses but we soldiered on. The walk back t...