Cley Marshes...

Called in at Cley Marshes, perhaps the best-known bird reserve in the country, and had a wander through the reedbeds. I heard - and briefly saw - a couple of bearded tits. Saw my first avocets of the year; what handsome birds they are. Plenty of wildfowl squabbling and mating: sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference. The ruff were coming into their elaborate breeding plumage. After so many days of mist and gloom, the sun came out - the light moving across the reedbeds like a golden tide. It was like the landscape had suddenly gained an extra dimension. I’ll hopefully visit another reserve tomorrow, RSPB Titchwell, and I’m waiting to see if I’ll be visiting an old friend while I’m in North Norfolk…