Last of Norfolk

On our last afternoon in Norfolk, we spent a long time walking along the Weavers' Way once more. This time however, we headed the other way, leaving the Bride behind us.

Once more, the river Bure was dotted with pleasure cruisers chugging up and down, scattering ducks as they went, whilst, looking the other way, we had great views of those huge Norfolk skies.

Out across the fields, a couple of Marsh Harriers were quartering the ground looking for prey. Sadly, they stayed too far away for me to get a picture - typical! We were however, being watched by a few black cattle in the field

Malcolm was enjoying the views and fresh air...

... and we eventually reached Clippesby Mill.

This was another drainage mill and is quite an old building. There was an older mill in place long before it was heightened using wider, more modern, red bricks sometime around 1814. It has a 'Norfolk' boat shaped top - but sadly, no sails now as it stands watch over the river. The sails were removed after the mill was struck by lightning in 1978.

The modern pumphouse next to the old mill, also dates from the 1970's.
During the few days we were away, we were lucky enough to encounter several species which I hadn't seen (or heard) for years. I have already mentioned the Cuckoo, calling from the Willow trees but remaining out of sight. To add to this, we also saw a Turtle Dove and stood listening to its reeling, purring call for some minutes. In the small bit of woodland close to where we were staying, we encountered a Roe Deer as we walked along. I don't know who was more startled, it, or us!
I managed one new 'tick' for the life list too. Not as handsome as a Roe Deer maybe, but no less exciting (for me anyway). This is an Amber Snail.

And so, the sun set on our short jaunt around the Broads. We will certainly be going back again.