The mammoth trip started at midnight when Pezza Perrins& Jules Allen picked me up from home in a rather inebriated state. Suffering back and knee pain that evening and with the drugs starting to wear off, I thought it would be a good idea to knock back a few pints of Guinness and wash it down with a cheap bottle of Morrison’s Scotch. It helped with the aches and also worked a trick with handling the long drive to east Norfolk. During the journey we were all also entertained (via the medium of mobile telephone) by an equally intoxicated representative of a major environmental organisation. Her target was to recruit Jules & Pezza as new members but not even the promise of a signed photo could convince the tight bleeders to part with £36.00 per annum.
After a few stops en route we eventually reached the private site at 4.45am and pulled up into a safe spot nearby. The song of Cetti’s Warblers and
Turtle Doves could be heard complimenting the early morning sunshine and the early hirundines. It is quite amazing how such simple nature based stuff can sober me up within seconds.
At 5.00am dead we made our way around to the viewpoint and I immediately heard the distinctive ‘sewing machine’ reeling of a male RIVER WARBLER as I staggered from the vehicle. It was not too long before around 20 of us were watching the bird perched up, belting out its looped repertoire much to the delight of the yawning, bleary eyed ensemble of birders.