Yesterday, Jan and I took our lives into our hands and went out for the day. We headed for Minsmere where we saw avocets and a few other things, but we were reluctant to spend much time in crowded bird hides. I had a natter to a couple of chaps with spotting scopes who had had a brilliant day: many different types of water, a bittern or two, and two juvenile cuckoos sitting together on a fence.
I had a swim at Dunwich and we had a meal outside the Ship Inn with our good pals Jon & Anita Fuller. The trip was at Jon's suggestion as he's very keen on looking at the clear night sky. Pre-brexit, he had a lovely place in rural Brittany and all he had to do was walk out the door after dark for a wonderful view of stars. We went to Westleton Heath around sunset and stayed there until about 11pm. To my utter delight, we heard several nightjars whirring away to each other, and I saw one silhouetted against the last glow of the sunset as it zoomed around for a bit.