A Walk Amongst Wigeon

Strolling along the track from Buckenham Station car park towards the River Bure, it would have been easy to think that we were the first visitors to the Fen this morning. The cracked ice on the myriad puddles told a different story, obviously shattered by vehicle tyres. Scanning ahead, through frosted breath, we could see …

The Wind Dancers

For my sins, although I spend all my spare time in the countryside ... or writing about it ... I have a day job. Most days I have to commute an hour each way between Norwich and Great Yarmouth and vice-versa. The wide skies of Norfolk usually present, each day, a visual delight and a …