Kingfisher

Getting back up to Erin Mae yesterday was quite a business – sometimes it seems as though we shift half our worldly goods between the New Forest and Staffordshire. This time there was room for the guitar, the piano accordion and my tools – on the last occasion we had two grandchildren and their luggage, so had to be rather selective.

Mark and Cheryl had kindly left us a nice bottle of something red, and one or two other, very acceptable goodies. And Amelia had done this for us.

We think it's absolutely stunning – and she didn't even know that kingfishers rank up there with puffins among my best beloved's favourites.

Thanks, Amelia, you're a star!