By the time we reached Happisburgh it had started to drizzle again. I volunteered to go for a scout around and quickly found a group of half a dozen Shorelarks feeding on the path - I returned to the car to fetch the other three and eventually we all enjoyed decent views despite the weather.
A move to Walcott failed to reveal any Purple Sandpipers, so we carried on to Sheringham, where a single PS was feeding distantly on the rocks (it being low tide!) We enjoyed the friendly Turnstones for a while, before carrying on to Cley for coffee. As we drove towards the Beach Carpark a Woodcock flew right in front of the car: terrific! The weather had deteriorated once more and a close scrutiny of the huge flock of Brents failed to turn up the Brant. This seemed a good time to head home, stopping once more on the way at Ludham Marshes.
Still no owls, but we were treated to the sight of at least a thousand Cormorants heading westwards: flock after flock passed us, presumably on their way to roost at Ranworth.