There was no visibility offshore, so it was fortunate that this Guillemot swam close to shore.
Surprise of the day was this Common Buzzard perching on gravestones in a village churchyard. By hiding behind a bauble-strewn fir tree, I got enjoyably close.
Walking west, I watched Turnstones feeding on an unusually riffled stretch of tarmac...
Running two errands in north Norfolk today gave me the opportunity to have a shingle-based wander at Weybourne. The first-winter Iceland Gull gave fairly good views, albeit in fog.
... which was, of course, not tarmac, but the hulking corpse of a young male Sperm Whale that washed up here a week or so ago. A sad sight.