3.30
p.m., the Beach Café, Mundersley
I
walk from Bacton to Mundersley along the beach below the gas terminal.
Herring gulls - including a lot of juveniles - stand
by the sea and peck at found objects; brown sand martins
swoop around nest holes made in a sandy patch high on the cliff; a kestrel
hovers over a scrubby cliff slope and jackdaws cajole
each other as they fly over the cliff top as I get near Mundersley.

Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk
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