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Overnight, hail hit the roof lights like shrapnel. Squalls scudded through the village, driven by a sharp northern wind. Before dawn, at one minute Jupiter glistened in a crystal clear sky, the next another hail-laden cloud rushed in.

Later in the morning, winter visitors in the form of Fieldfares, have arrived in the old Elm hedge. Woodpigeons are battered by the wind and surf ahead of the breeze. The coloured leaves of Ash and Field Maple have been scattered and Hawthorn lay in yellow pools around their mother plant. This is Autumn with a barely concealed shard of Winter.

A quiet morning in the village. Hardly a breath of wind and an overcast sky – calm and more settled weather as predicted by yesterday’s fiery sunset. As we walk back to the cottage, a flight of 25 Golden Plover sail overhead in formation, their gentle whistling call drifting down. These Plovers are regular visitors en route during their spring and autumn migrations. They always seem to choose the same fields on which inch to congregate, presumably for the safety derived from their relative height, size and aspect. Their numbers fluctuate as parties arrive and leave but their collective visit extends to weeks rather than days. On many occasions, as I lay in bed during a clear moonlit night, their whistling calls remind me of the tundra and their northern origins.

As the temperature gauge falls, the soundscape changes. The song of the Robin drifts through the Autumn window and he harsh notes of the territorial Wrens announce their presence. Overhead the House Martins have long gone. They have been replaced by the dramatic sight of wild geese – during Sunday morning I spoke to people in Brampton and in Aylsham who relished the passage of Pink Footed Geese on their way to who knows where. Their musical calls drift down and become the wild sound of October. From the gloom of the ever-shortening evenings another sound has returned – the night flight contact calls of the Golden Plover. Northern visitors have filled the gap vacated by summer migrants.