Kingfisher.
Male.
Over The Brook.
On the viewing platform at
the playground in the park.
Bridge ground decimation.
The Brook.
Bright, cold and crisp upstream.
Bright, cold and crisp downstream.
Feeding The Gheluvelts cygnet and some ducks.
Quick, feed me as much as you can
before me Mum and Dad arrive.
Told you they'd be hungry.
Three Mallards and a Moor Hen.
At home, sat around watching the telly.
On Pitchcroft.
The second we turn away from the
river a kingfisher shoots past.
Of course it does.
Skyscape.
Worcester Cathedral and friends.
Treecreeper.
Robin.
Puffed up against the chill.
About to pass under Sabrina Bridge.
Cafe Bolero:
Vicky -
Darjeeling Tea,
Chicken Souvlaki Wrap with Salad and chips.
John, sadly, just out of shot,
had the chips.
Except that one.
David -
Decaf Tea,
Spagetti Carbonara,
with Garlic Bread.
Going in.
Wiping the trolley down.
Well in.
At the docs.
One of us is about to deliver a Repeat Request.
The sun goes down.
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