It felt chilly when I set out, and it needed a sweatshirt to feel comfortable. Thirty minutes later the sun arrived and lit up the wooded stretch. I could feel the warmth of it on my back and calves as I stood and waited. As happens a lot lately, a kingfisher flew out from a bush I had been looking at without realising it was there. It flew high into a tree opposite the weir, and I was able to catch up with it and watch for a brief moment.
Further downstream a pair of herons flew across the meadows together and settled high in the ashes where the cormorant tree once stood. They perched with their backs to each other about fifteen yards apart. A narrow boat puttered through with a couple on board. The man had shoulder length grey hair and an Iron Maiden T-shirt. I wonder if he knows that the band’s lead singer attended (and was expelled from) Oundle School just a mile away?
I headed back upstream and was lucky to see a kingfisher perched against lovely backdrop of late-summer flowers and foliage. It was largely facing me until at the last moment it turned to display that gorgeous profile before diving for a fish and disappearing under a willow on the bend.