Norman, Brian and I arrived at Salthouse as the Sun broke through the early morning mist. We parked at the end of Beach Road and trudged westwards, in order to avoid the quagmire that the Iron Road has become. Twite were everywhere! I counted at least forty in two large flocks, with others scattered along the shingle. Offshore, Eiders and Red-throated Divers kept us interested, until we eventually found half a dozen Shorelarks (west of the Iron Road!)
After tea at the VC I drove west to Brancaster: despite a long vigil, we failed to connect with the Isabelline Shrike - we'd missed it by ten minutes!
























































