Rock Wagon!!! Elderly Rockers Hit Suffolk.

Hey up folks, with the hope of this weeks Lesser Kestrel reappearing somewhere in sleepy Suffolk and Mad Malc also needin' Pallid Swift we hit the the road just after half four this mornin' once we'd picked up Norbert from the Meir. Weston Coyney millionaire Vaughan dropped out at the last moment so that meant there was a small amount of room in Malc's tiny KA or as it's now known "The Rock Wagon".

First stop Kessingland Sewage Works for the Pallid Swift. As soon as we parked up Malc' was off like a shot leavin' moi and old Norb' to lock up the Rock Wagon. He needn't have rushed as you could see it feedin' overhead as soon as we got to where the "crowd" had gathered. Despite the light we had bostin' views as it fed about thirty feet over our heads!!! The fact that it was the only bird there was also a bit of a bonus, there's nowt worse than tryin' to get onto or give directions to a rare apus or hirundine feedin' among hundreds of its commoner cousins.

Back at the Rock Wagon and old Norb' had a narrow escape when he was attacked by a "Brambling" his words not mine, whch wrapped its thorny arms around Norb's trusty mackintosh "Russel". It's the only coat I've ever heard of that's got a nickname! Still no mention of the kestrel so we headed up the road to Ness Point, Lowestoft for a buchas at the tamest Purple Sand's I've ever seen. With the Purp's only about ten yards away even the old Mugimaki managed to come up with a couple of decent record shots.

While we were there we bumped into the two extras from "Last Of The Summer Wine" again who we met at the Welsh Black Kite, you might remember them, one is a dead ringer for Stokes Tony Pullis. Back in the car Malc' revealed that the Purps were a lifer as well!!!! With two lifers under his belt Malc couldn't hold back and he whacked up the volume on his latest gizmo in the Rock Wagon and we belted through Lowestoft with Iron Maiden pumpin' out of the speakers. When you consider our combined ages are around 160 you can imagine how we sad we must have looked but hey who gives a ####!!

Still no sign of the kestrel so we decided to have a trot round Minsmere and if there was still no sign we'd head home.

I don't know what it is but i never feel comfortable at these top notch reserves, perhaps it's because they are just that, comfortable! I've never been a fan of hides and thats where the best views are at these places, from a hide. While Malc' was havin' a power nap me and owd Norb' had a look round. Half way round we had the shock of our lives when a stunnin' young lady walked up the path with her beau in tow wearin' the most revealin' pair of leggin's you've ever seen!!!! Put it this way the old Jack and Danny was far from hidden and when old Norbert saw her he nearly choked on his false teeth. Later back in the Rock Wagon Malc' revealed that he'd also seen Jack and Danny and ended up havin' to clean his spec's after they steamed up!!!!

Bird highlights included good views of a Cetti's Wobbler, upto 10 corkin' summer plum' Med' Gulls and distant hazy views of a juv' Glaucous Gull and a drake Garganey.

With Jack and Danny still the main topic of conversation we hit the road with Malc's gizmo turned up full and we rocked off home to the likes of Bad Co, Kiss, Kansas, Queen(not my car) George Thorogood, Journey, Foreigner, The Boss and many, many more but it wasn't 'til the mighty Quo came on that i really got goin' singin' lead vocals and givin' it the old 70's shoulder number while Malc' played drums on the steerin' column and Norbert played a mean lead guitar in the back!!

On a more serious note Malc' revealed that he doesn't own a single AC/DC tune and thinks they are #####!!!! How this never came to light before I'll never know but he's a mate so I'll let him off.

That's all folks.