I don't know why but despite living in the West Norfolk Fenland I am always surprised at the day-to-day variations in the light, the sky and the weather. In fact these changes in light and atmosphere happen on a minute-to-minute basis so l really am at a loss to know just why I am always so amazed.
A few mornings ago the weather went from a brief but very dramatic red washed dawn sky to the east to a another dramatic but entirely different sky to the west in an hour, and Mother Nature even threw in a small rainbow just for good measure. If you've got the talent why not flaunt your skills whenever you can?
By the next morning the weather had changed completely with the skyscape becoming infinitely more gloomy and foreboding and the promise of more snow to come. In fact there were a few more swirls of snow but thankfully more of the white stuff didn't fall and the sugary dusting soon began to melt. None of this helped the heron in the sprouting winter wheat find his breakfast in the snow and ice.
So there you go, fantastic skies and you get to play spot the heron.
So there you go, fantastic skies and you get to play spot the heron.
