Friday, 18 March 2016

Domino Effect

Thursday March 17

Our home is a chalet bungalow, therefore, as well as an attic space, there are also two roof spaces accessible from the upstairs bedrooms. One of them stores the christmas tree, ornaments etc. Access is via a three and a half foot high door - midget sized. Pam goes in and I pass her the items to be stored. This year, her hip operation meant that nothing had been put away - until this morning. It had to happen as the bathroom needs to be emptied before Monday and, that needs to be stored in the space made. Pam also decided to completely empty the roof space. The landing was full of folding beds, old sewing machines and assorted twt which then had to be carried to the garage.
After lunch we drove to St Benets on Ludham Marshes for a walk along the river bank. A shame to miss a lovely, if cold, cold spring morning.
 Access is via the old gatehouse, incorporating a windmill, a short walk from the car park.

This plaque, high on an interior wall, tells the story of the Abbey.

The river Yare meanders its sluggish way through reed beds and fen, the waterway much used by the boating fraternity. This deep red-sailed boat was irresistible. We returned at a wide bend, where many Greylag were resting/swimming, as the 'path' was very muddy and my knees of uncertain stability on rough ground. 

Views of the remains of the original St Benets Abbey could be had from here. Not exactly impressive !I
It wasn't until I enlarged my bridge camera photo at home that I could see the inscription on the cross.

A deep-red-sailed boat drifted silently from the west, far too lovely to resist.

Hundreds of Starlings appeared. We were hoping for a roost display. They swooped like smoke across the fields, landing to feed, rising again in an amorphous mass before repeating the action. Oh. They formed a spherical, kaleidoscopic ball. Was this it? No, before I could focus my camera, the cloud drift was back.  Entertaining.

I couldn't do the spectacle justice - nor decide which to include or omit. Still undecided really, may well delete them all.

 Six male Reed Buntings and one female showed near the barns - Reed Bunts are like buses.....Again, my camera wasn't to hand when a Wren sang in the open on a pathside bush. Not a very birdy trip but very enjoyable.

Friday March 18 
We'd planned to walk at Blakeney for the Lapland Buntings but waking to rain put paid to that.
The sea at Winterton was flat and empty of birds. An enormous number of Golden Plover, into the thousands, was spread across three fields, with a scattering on others, at Horsey. Nothing else of note.
Bathroom clearing awaits.

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