Sue arrived dead on time at 8.30 but it took us ten minutes to leave the house. We had debated going to Weeting and the Ouse Washes but the prospect of migrants on the north coast changed our minds.
First call was Redwell, which was teeming with Black-headed Gulls, we soon escaped their cacophany. A walk to Gore Point was very birdless apart from our first Tree Pipit, singing and displaying.
Broadwater was equally devoid of all but the expected Gulls, Ducks and Avocets. One Curlew landed on the grazing marsh. Several Sedge Warblers and a Cetti's singing but, keeping low despite the warmth.
A quick drink and snack at Thornham before parking at Titchwell. Sue saw her first Blackcap near the car park before we walked to Parrinder Hide. The male Red-crested Pochard was showing well on the first big pool right of the path.
All the seats were occupied to-day, the place was full of snowcapped oldies with a few children to show it was holiday time. We were glad to sit in Parrinder and scan the seemingly empty mud. It wasn't long before we saw three dainty, prancing Yellow Wagtails and two White on the soil bank beyond the hide.
No hirundine for Sue....but, two Wheatears on the grazing marsh and another from Parrinder.
Brancaster for lunch, Holkham for coffee, then a straight drive to caostguards at Cley.
As we turned into Beach Road, I told Sue we were going out to see Terns, she'd been on about them all day as she loves them. Pam was sceptical (I was too really). A few minutes after arrival, three Sandwich Terns flew along the Eye Field in front of us, followed by several more calling out to sea behind us.
Last hirundine hope, Gunton, which came up trumps. A small flock of Sand Martins hawking over the lake. Another short-sleeves day but cloudy with some rain to-night.
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