Scolt Head

A slow start after getting back from Norwich in the early hours.
The tides are just right, and the weather was good, so I headed from Norton out to the island … glad I had remembered to bring my waders. A red kite hovered just feet over my head! … checking me out and piping me aboard.
I had the island to myself and crossed to the sea side for a bracing swim and then crossed back again to keep an eye on the channel whilst having a coffee and sandwich. 

I headed back along the sea wall watching the barn owl hunting in the distance, clouds of geese rising and falling over towards Wells, a marsh harrier and red kite soared, flocks of lapwing wheeled overhead and solitary curlew were rising and calling plaintively.

There was still some late light so I went to Overy as a huge moon began to rise over Tower Windmill and I looked across at two daft buggers people on the marsh which is notoriously difficult to navigate. They got to the creek and realised it was rising fast. After a few attempts they gave up trying to cross and it was getting dark when I saw a boatman going out to rescue them. 

As I headed back over Beacon Hill a hare loped along the road. It reminded me of when I was a youngster cycling along here and an owl (tawny, I think) followed the hedge line parallel to me and keeping the same pace  for what seemed like ages and swivelling it’s face to look at me every so often!