09.15 on Sunday Morning.  Norwich Railway Station.  A party of lesser green birdwatchers hover in the entrance.  Among them the sharper-eyed can spot the rare blue birdwatcher and a couple of other sports.  They huddle together like a herd of cats and change their minds two or three times before rising like a chorus of larks to head in the direction of the Wherry Line to join the 09.36 train.  The driver sees them coming and runs to hide, but they join the train which sets off, passing Strumpshaw and Buckenham Fens where an obliging marsh harrier is seen by some, a pair of hobbies and a grey heron by others, and a flock of goldfinches by still more, along with plenty of corvids.  The driver of the train draws up at the Berney Arms halt and deposits 90% of his passengers on the platform.  They almost fit on it, although some quickly sneak off on the trail to the river avoiding our intrepid heroes who pause to be photographed with the station sign and the rear of the departing train. Continue reading →