There is a distinctive atmosphere about Titchwell Marsh Nature Reserve: an almost reverential hush punctuated by the evocative call of the curlew. There is even, with the isolated exception, an absence of mobile phones! Voices are mezzo piano rather than forte. Movements are unrushed and controlled to avoid disruption or distraction. There is a tacit acknowledgement that we are in the birds’ domain and it is a privilege to be admitted.
Regrettably, the quality of the photos is not good. They were taken on a grey day with a handheld compact camera and most of the birds were at least 100 yards away. But I hope they convey something of the sense of place.