Pure magic

A beautiful morning and I headed, quite early, to Elford.

It was peaceful and I sat in the boathouse/bird hide for a moment. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I pointed my camera and took a photo.

Yes, it was the elusive Elford kingfisher. I’ve been going there for more than eight years and I have, only once, seen a fly past. There he was, on the branch.

He almost immediately sank back into the river, for another fish I presume. 

It was chilly, but I sat there for another hour......

The world seemed brighter. A flash of hope to take us from those dark places.