It was a bit brighter this afternoon so I grabbed the camera and headed for the river. Glad I did, because there were a pair of kingfishers on the far bank by the weir. This one, the male, was soon joined by a female and they both set off in close formation along the cut which goes round the back of Cotterstock Lock.
There was lots of calling as they disappeared into the distance. Often there will be a single call every thirty yards or so in flight which stops when they land, so counting calls gives you a rough idea how far they have gone and whether it’s worth setting off in pursuit. In this case it sounded to be a long way so I carried on walking for pleasure rather than pursuit. They unexpectedly passed me again on the way back though – such a joy to see and hear!