12th July 2013
No day at Titchwell would be complete without a visit to that sea bird heaven, Hunstanton Cliffs. Well, Fulmar Petrels to be precise. The petrels nest on the cliffs and, now that the young are well grown or even flying, are spending much of their day just cruising backwards and forwards along the cliff wall, occasionally rising above the top and will even look at you as they go by.
In the past I have likened it to fishing as you require lots of patience, electric reflexes and a huge dose of luck. The reflexes are required as you only get a few seconds between them appearing above the cliff and dropping out of view. But I was quite pleased with this selection.