We walked back to the tunnel, where Strumpshaw regulars Kim and Elaine and Breckland specialist Carl had pinned down a female Hawfinch. Although distant, the views were most welcome: we also added Brambling to the day's finch haul!
Riding our luck, we drove north to Cockley Cley. After a fruitless walk around (enlivened only by a beautiful pale Buzzard and a Yellowhammer) I suddenly had one of my famous hunches. Within minutes we found ourselves within thirty feet of a most confiding Great Grey Shrike: shame the skies had become so gloomy. Just after 1.00pm the clouds opened, so we drove back to East Norfolk: a terrific day out!