Walking west, I watched Turnstones feeding on an unusually riffled stretch of tarmac...
... 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.
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.
There was no visibility offshore, so it was fortunate that this Guillemot swam close to shore.
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.