Trip to East Norfolk and Suffolk with Joe
Intro Something I didn’t mention in my last blog entry is that during my time in the Pyrenees, I discovered that my friends back home in England were on a birding trip to Norfolk. Now this wouldn’t usually have bothered me, but I discovered this at almost the exact second I realised I wasn’t going to see a Black Woodpecker, despite climbing a mountain to do so (see the previous post for more on this). But that’s not the only reason I felt a little sad about their being in Norfolk. My paternal grandparents have had a house in West Norfolk since I was very young, and birding excursions while visiting them on family holidays are without a doubt what nurtured an early love for all things feathered. And as an adult, having a place to stay in Norfolk has been a blessing for developing my birding skills. I have taken to staying with my grandparents for birding trips fairly regularly, going up there for New Year’s Day 2025, and briefly before last year’s MigFest as well, usually with my frie...