At the beginning of the month on our tour to Wales we were stood looking out to sea. Singing out across the harbour rang the song of a Pipit… a Rock Pipit. It took a little while to locate it but there it was atop the mast of a sail boat; the highest song post available.
It then took us all by surprise by flying down to our feet. Quite at ease with passers-by it happily meandered between us.
Letter From Norfolk 