The beach at Titchwell. The black shape on the beach is the remains of a WWII pillbox. Searching for Snow Buntings but got fine views of a Peregrine Falcon devouring its breakfast. Lots of Sanderlings running and feeding along the tideline. Common Scoters out on the sea.
Man with tripod and telescope. Quite a few people were sea-watching - peering out to sea through powerful scopes at distant specks flying by.
A strange construction made from flotsam at the foot of the dunes.
Squally showers were forecast for lunchtime - they weren't joking! Only one thing for it....
...strategic retreat to the Jolly Sailors pub for a pint of Brancaster Best and a bite to eat.
Then on to Holkham in sunshine. This is Salt's Hole, a small pond near the dunes.
Through the pine plantation to the sound of Jays and Goldcrests.
Overlooking the Freshmarsh from the Jordan Hide. There were several hundred Pink-Footed Geese out there, recently flown in from the Arctic to spend the next few months basking in the relative warmth of the North Norfolk winter. Marsh Harriers were lazily gliding by, rimmed with gold by the sinking sun.
Holkham beach, ribbed by the retreating tide and scattered with footprints and razor-shells.
Evening clouds gather to bring down the curtain on a grand day.
(many thanks to my brother who was doing the driving!)