Haven’t seen a kingfisher for a few years now, sadly.
I popped into a recently reopened cafe near me, in an old lodge building. Roaring log fire in the small indoor seating area, comfy low sofa to sit and eat my crispy bacon cob, and a gorgeous retriever pup who thought a low sitting bacon eating stranger would make a perfect new friend.
It’s been a shit mental health week and I really needed a new furry friend and a roaring fire.