I saw a pair of kingfishers flying along the river on my cycle home. I stopped for a bit and watched them alternately perching and flying upstream. In the dusky light, they were barely visible when still, but when they flew, the gloriously vibrant blue flashed like a will-o-the-wisp.

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Lovely, frosty morning, but a very careful tentative ride in - didn’t fall off on the ice!