Christmas is, for most, a time for huddling up by the fire with a bowl of popcorn, straddled by countless layers of blankets, in front of such classics as Elf or Arthur Christmas. And whilst such moments are precious and a core part of the "Xmas atmosphere", there is no better time to get out and birdwatch.
Winter is a time of unmissable natural wonder: pristine sunrises with the light scattered in a pastel rainbow across the east are one of countless Christmas treasures I hold dear. At this time, my blanket is the dense billow of fog hanging ominously over the lowlands; my fire is the steaming flask of hot chocolate I clasp whilst perched watching from a reedbed hide; my popcorn is the joy of searching through swathes of seaducks, in hope of finding something sweet, like a velvet scoter silently bobbing the waves. And where is my comfortingly festive film, you ask? Well, in place of Arthur Christmas, I revel in all the bustling wildlife on Norfolk's tapestry of wetlands, from whistling wigeon to pining teal. And every time, it is worth braving the elements to enjoy the hum of our fascinatingly diverse ecosystems.