The week near St Davids in Pembrokeshire was lovely. Lots of ravens, choughs, stonechats and wrens calling along the clifftops. Different air, different sounds. I sat near the stream by the cathedral for a couple of hours. The water was finding its way beneath dappled green leaves and over pebbles and stones. I saw and heard no kingfishers at all but I’m pretty sure they would thrive in this habitat.
On the way back we stopped by the river Towy at Nantgaredig. The river had a lovely sound to it, tumbling over a rock and gravel bed as it passed under a tall stone bridge which linked the flat bank on the nearside to the escarpment on the far. Occasionally a large, muscular salmon leaped in one of the slower pools. Then that familiar “ping”, not loud but still carrying over the sound of the water, and a kingfisher arrowed through one of the high stone arches and was gone.