If it is Bureboytribe weekend away then it rains and is cold. And it was. Kessingland beach was bright and brisk briefly. Southwold, later was wild, windy and chuffing freezing. So it was a contrast to have to ditch the jumpers half way round the nearby zoo.
Down on the Skittles farm.
Talk about bigging yourself up.
True to form I was more interested in the watery side of things along the Hundred River.
No swifts yet. May is the month of verdant bursting out all over isn't it?