Brian, Norman and I headed northwards through the mist and drizzle, arriving at Cley just as the rain stopped. We were hoping that last night's storms might have dropped some migrants, but the centre hides were not too productive: Snipe, Green Sandpipers and Greenshank were about the best. Bishops wasn't much better, so - after coffee (when a Great White Egret flew past the reserve centre) - we continued on to the beach car park. Here we drew a blank and, as the rain set in, we nearly headed home. However, the sky looked brighter to the west, so we decided on a move to Wells North Point. Amazingly there were none of the usual Spoonbills, but a second Great White, some more Green Sandpipers and a flock of Barnacle Geese were worth a look.
Last stop was Titchwell. By now the Sun had broken through and we were able to enjoy good views of a pair of Turtle Doves in their favourite tree. The main lagoon held lots of Ruff and Dunlin and among them were four Curlew Sandpipers, while the brackish marsh hosted a group of perhaps seven or eight Grey Plover. Nice to bump into old colleague Duncan McNiven and his charming partner...
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