titchwell afternoon.

Titchwell was a much more relaxed place than Frampton the other day, despite Dunc's two little scamps urging us onwards to the beach for a paddle. Needless to say I did not take my shoes of or go scrambling over the remains of the old pill box, but instead settled for watching the waders poking around just metres away from the path. All the usual early autumn species were there in small numbers, but that thankfully meant it was easier to take them all in rather than being swamped with the spectacle.